You don't want your secret to be revealed by others, right? - Chapter 11 - 5. Baili Fengzhi_2

Martin was a succubus who perished at the hands of the Sun God, struck down by a single divine arrow during the epic war between gods and demons. Meanwhile, Martin, a Ph.D. in literature and a seasoned movie enthusiast, lost his life in a car accident in August 2023. By some cosmic twist of fate, the souls of the two Martins converged within the chaotic currents of time and space, merging and eventually settling in the body of an eleven-year-old boy named Martin Myers, living in Los Angeles in 1996.A world without spiritual energy? Fortunately, as a succubus, I don’t need spiritual energy to cultivate; all I need is the essence of desire. Emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and excitement—are all desires. As long as these emotions are directed at me, they can become fuel for my growth. Alright, let’s see what reliable ways exist in this world to stir people’s emotions en masse. Hmm, becoming a writer—sounds promising; and music, that could work too; but wow, Hollywood movies! They have a global reach; this is perfect! What’s that term again? Right—“Idea Recycler.” I’ll start with writing, but the ultimate goal is to become an international movie star. Acting skills, you say? Don’t worry—I’m a succubus, after all!Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. All characters, settings, and plot elements belong to the original author and copyright holder. This work is shared purely for entertainment purposes, with no intent to infringe on the original creator’s rights.

Su Bai, who entered the horror game, obtained all-professional talents, which could light up the underworld professions.

Ghost teacher, ghost doctor, ghost psychologist, ghost painter, ghost massage therapist…

“Miss, please get dressed, I’m your teacher, don’t be shy.”

In the vampire castle, Su Bai said solemnly to a vampire girl.

“Beauty, please don’t worry, the doctor’s eyes don’t distinguish between men and women.”

In the Necronomicon Hospital, Su Bai, who was doing a gynecological examination to a glamorous female zombie, said solemnly.

“Madam, please respect my profession, I am a painter, I only sell my art, not my body…”

In the Devil’s Manor, Su Bai had some headaches. No matter what profession he chose, his charm value was full.

Even driving a taxi is molested by female ghosts.

Can you still play the game? …

- Description from novelbuddy

[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!

...

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!]

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.