The New World - Chapter 370: Words Uttered, Laws Made

Yoo Sang-hyun, once the youngest champion in a national archery competition and a highly promising talent, saw his dreams shattered by a tragic accident that rendered him unable to handle a bow ever again.

Now, as a fallen prodigy, he faced the additional setback of being fired from the company he had joined. In order to make a living, he took on the persona of Almond and embarked on a new path as a game streamer.

[You have selected a bow]

Swish! Thuk!

[Headshot!]

“Are bosses supposed to be defeated in a single shot?”

His exceptional talent once again shines through!

28 years old. High school graduate. Unemployed.

Specializes in archery.

Returning as a streaming genius, he sets off on an entertaining journey of rebellion!

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Ryan «Quicksave» Romano is an eccentric adventurer with a strange power: he can create a save-point in time and redo his life whenever he dies. Arriving in New Rome, the glitzy capital of sin of a rebuilding Europe, he finds the city torn between mega-corporations, sponsored heroes, superpowered criminals, and true monsters. It’s a time of chaos, where potions can grant the power to rule the world and dangers lurk everywhere.

[WARNING!] [May Contain Adult Scenes... ]

A dimensional storm befell Earth, ripping through space in every country and creating paths to dimensional realms.

Immortals, gods, demons, angels, and many other creatures from other dimensions came to Earth.

However, all the mysterious dimensional realms was incredibly dangerous. Other people risk their lives to venture into the realms, but with my fast regeneration speed, I regenerate from all injuries an instant!

A rare relic with 0.01 percent chance at dropping? I will regenerate a clone and make it grind until it drops!

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Forced into dual cultivation by the very woman he loathe, Tyrion took absolute and infinite advantage of it.

Reincarnating into the body of a recruit that died during the entrance examination. Methuselah Tyrion woke up into an unknown future/past.

[DING!]

[God-Level Healing Factor System Activated]

[First Level: Peak-human Regeneration: Host would be able to regenerate lost limbs or even massive chunks of their bodies, but usually cannot survive complete brain destruction and will not survive decapitation or being rendered to bits.]

[Second Level: Super Enhanced Regeneration: Host would be able to recreate and posses multiple organs such as extra brains, hearts and liver in one body.]

[Third Level: Supernatural Regeneration: Host would be able to regenerate multiple body parts and finally be able to create clones!]

With a system that awakened and evolved his innate bloodline. He could heal and regenerate, 10,000 times than a normal person in a world stormed by dimensional beasts.

[DING!]

[Dual cultivation successful]

[True Ancient Crimson Dragon Bloodline Inherited!]

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Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”