Dragon Poor - Chapter 149

“I dodged Truck-kun with a parkour backflip. That should've been the end of it.”After evading certain death with sick moves, genius programmer Runar thought he was safe—until the truck transformed into a freaking autobot and apologized for having to kill him anyway.“I just graduated from Truck Reincarnation Academy! I can't fail my first mission! My classmate will mock me.”Now reborn on Telstra, a world where cultivation meets sci-fi, Runar discovers the ultimate cheat code: runes are the programming language of reality itself. While everyone else grinds through cultivation realms, he's copying physique runes, optimizing techniques, and debugging the universe.But in a cosmos where aliens hunt humans, ancient supremes have left for realms beyond, and power is everything—staying low-key might be harder than he thought.One day, he'll find that desperate truck and give it the beating it deserves.

Overnight, the gated community Qin Ziwen lives in transmigrates to a primeval wilderness world with anomalous creatures. All residents are struggling to survive.After the community residents arduously adapt, they discover in despair that it is only the beginning.Every time they survive for a period, the community continues to transmigrate to even more dangerous regions.Fortunately, there is always a way out. Each home of the community residents is an expandable folding space. As long as they can obtain Cards, they can construct buildings, cultivate farmland, dig for water sources, raise pets, and even establish recruitment centers inside...Qin Ziwen awakens the Daily Rating System.Every night after midnight, it evaluates his performance for the day and dispenses rewards according to his score.“A survival game? I thought I was playing a management game.”

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

One day, when a novelist woke up from a restless sleep,he realized that he had transformed into his 12-year-old self.