Wandering Mercenary in an Open World - Chapter 9

He Xingzhou knew about the invasion of the worm clan and the dangerous fate of the solar system. To resist the apocalyptic crisis, he stepped out to warn mankind!He Xingzhou shocked the world when he built a nuclear reactor and activated the genes of the worm clan on stream!Thus, under his plan, the entire country started building steel cities, massive mechs, spaceships, space castles...He Xingzhou said, “Let's set a small goal. Let's first build a Dyson sphere around the sun.”[Dark Technology] + [Engineering Upgrade] + [Solar System Exploration] + [Dyson Sphere Plan] + [Star Cluster]. All of these elements make up our latest sci-fi novel!

Orin Stonewood rises from a prestigious smithing family in the Astral Kingdom. Wealth, recognition, excellence, and charisma - he had it all. But life from twenty-five ended on such terms for him. He falls victim to a dark ritual. The fate after this mystery was to rise and fall in every life he reincarnates in. The ninth reincarnation made him Zmey Ashbane. Into a world of terrifying, exciting tales. It seemed as if every encounter in this world wanted to tie him down for some reason. But he knew his goal. To break free from the ritual and rise as a master of fate, not its pawn.(Update rate: 28 new chapters a week)(The book has a slow progression. If, after reading up to chapter 100, nothing in this story interests you, that means it isn’t for you.)Due to the progression, I will lock the novel at chapter 60.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.