Cultivation: The Heaven's Fated Useless Genius - Chapter 47 – Do you dare to touch my woman?!

The story is about a a hitman, Who dies because of his own recklessness and transmigrates into a game he used to play after his retirement as a hitman.I'm not gonna spoil any further, but i might answer few of your questions.Is MC overpowered?Nope, he'll become strong over time and all battle he'll fight will be because of his effort and techniques.Is there magic and adventure?Yes! It have both magic like normal isekai with adventure and fighting with monsters and many other things. There are other important things like “Essence Stone” But let's talk about it in the chapters.There will be harem?Not really, He will be in contact with many beautiful female and males but one waifu but i haven't decided yet.All i can say is, give it a try, I'll try my best to make it worth your time.

There once was a boy who was an orphan and suffered abuse from his village residents. The only friend he had was the dummy scarecrow on the field, whom he talked to. One day, a wealthy man brutally beat the boy. The next morning, the wealthy man was found dead, and the scarecrow was covered in blood. Terrified, the villagers were convinced that the scarecrow had come to life to avenge its tormented friend. And it was the last scarecrow ever placed again in the fields, considering it a sign of death. — After scarecrow dolls begin appearing in the streets of Riddleford next to murder victims, the town is thrown into chaos.When the hunt for the mystery scarecrow murderer begins, it is only a matter of time before the famous Frontier Hall Opera House employees are subjected to suspicion, each protecting a secret of their own. But is that all that is going on? Or is there something unseen?

In the year 1368, at the end of July, deep crimson shall descend from the heavens.

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”