The Gentleman at the End - Chapter 145 - 144: Transformation

William Carter, a nuisance streamer, met his end in a predictably stupid way and was offered a second chance by an overworked Lord of Death.​Reborn in a ruthless Xianxia world as Wei Chen, he has a new mission: to use his entire skill set and a divine streaming kit to reduce the realm's astronomically high death rate from constant sect wars, conflicts, and the number one cause of death.... the all-powerful “Courting Death.”Live on Stream:Wei Chen: “If those so-called 'trash' underdogs were truly incapable of cultivating, why would every Jade Beauty in the province be obsessed with them!?”Wei Chen: “Think, Young Master! Think!”Young Master: T_T

It was the turn of the 20th century, and in the Philippine Islands, the fledgling Philippine Republic waited to be crushed by the overwhelming superiority of the American colonial forces.But John McClain, a U.S. Army veteran of the Korean and Vietnam Wars, dies and finds himself in the body of the governor of a remote Philippine province in the year 1898. Initially reluctant to take up arms against his former country and skeptical of the chances of success, he eventually decides to fight for the Republic.Now living his second life as Martín Lardizábal, politico-military governor of Marinduque and armed with modern military knowledge, he will change the course of the Philippine-American War.

Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”