The Ancient Miss Transmigrates into a CEO's Wife - Chapter 243: The Great White Goose

In a world transformed by spiritual energy, Kent, an underdog with an F-rank physique, gains the mysterious SSS-Rank Cultivation System. With the ability to copy and combine powers, he begins his journey to rise from the bottom.By his side is Nima, his sharp-witted younger sister with a rare Soulbinding ability, making her a prodigy. Together, they navigate a world filled with evolving beasts, ancient ruins, and hidden dangers.As they uncover the mysteries of the Emerald Vein and face powerful factions like Nexus, Kent must master his fire-based abilities to protect his sister and rise to power.Can they survive the chaos and claim their destiny? Find out in *Infinite Ascension: My SSS-Rank Cultivation System Made Me Too OP in Modern World!*WSA 2025 Contest.

A premeditated car accident almost cost Lu Jinghan his life, but fortunately, Doctor Han saved him.Later, the old master of the Lu Family said with delight, “The life-saving grace of Doctor Han cannot be thanked with words; it's better to let my grandson offer himself in gratitude.”“Old man, that's enough.” A deep voice came from behind, belonging to Lu Jinghan.Han Xi also felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She's a doctor; healing and saving people is her duty and doesn't deserve such... generous reward....Later, Doctor Han became the person Mr. Lu cherished in his heart.Mr. Lu had a smile on his lips, a smile as sweet as nectar: “Let's have a child, then we'll be a family of three.”“Two, I want both a boy and a girl.”“No, just one.”“Why?”Mr. Lu gazed lovingly at his Mrs. Lu: “It's too painful to have a child, one is enough.”What to do, it seems Doctor Han wants to pounce on her Mr. Lu right now.

In a world where monsters dominate, and humans are but one out of ten thousand of the population, Gao Yang, having transmigrated to this world at the tender age of six and led the life of a normal boy until his eighteenth birthday, must seek the truth and survive against all odds—with the help of a mysterious system, a bottom-of-the-list Talent, and the companions he meets along the ways.

What is hidden under the facade of an ordinary city and its ordinary occupants? What are these different manners of monsters, and where is the line drawn between monsters and humans? Could relationship and love be true when all are merely playing their own parts?

Ride along on his journey and find out!

Official blurb translated from Chinese:

An orphan, Gao Yang transmigrated to a parallel world at the age of six, and he was given the gift of a loving family of five.

However, with the coming of his eighteenth birthday, Gao Yang found out by chance that this is no parallel world, but a strange domain where his family and friends can all be terrifying monsters! He almost got killed when he realized the truth, and he would, if not for the system and Talent he acquired at the last moment, Lucky—the longer he lives, the stronger he will become!

Now commenced the battle royale of a lamb among wolves…

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