Extra Borne: Transmigrated Into A System Apocalypse Soulsborne Novel - Chapter 29 - 27: Massacre (2)

Chen Mu, a low-level officer, thought he could only live a cautious life, but unexpectedly he got a system panel that could accumulate experience, and he could master all the skills with just one practice.

[Blast Knife + Gale Knife + Wind Chasing Knife = Blast Artistic Concept]

[Jade skin grinding method + sand iron method + coarse salt method = skin of copper and steel]

A peerless martial saint with unparalleled swordsmanship, bronze skin and iron bones, and a body of pure gold was born step by step.

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9-Star Talent Awakened—Primordial Justice.Lex, a 'D' rank hero, struggled while trying to find a job after the sudden disappearance of the gates, dungeons, and towers where monsters used to come out.Dying by his lovely wife's sandal, who turned out to be the protagonist, Lex got reincarnated in a game-like world ruled by the Various Court's, which govern the Monarch's and make rules. In such troubling times, can he become the one who makes the rules, or does he have to bend them?A/N: The main character is mainly a selfish villain, so if you're here for burning town's and pillaging villages, you're in a perfect place. It will take time to develop his character, but he'll get there.

Chen Chao dreamt of becoming a powerful immortal cultivator, flying on his sword and vanquishing enemies with daoist magic. His hopes were dashed when he discovered that he had absolutely no talent for immortal cultivation.

Refusing to submit to his fate, Chen Chao joined the ranks of countless other talentless martial artists and embarked on the path of martial cultivation, a path scorned by the immortal cultivators.

In this era of strife where martial cultivators, immortal cultivators, and demonic cultivators wrestled for hegemony, Chen Chao will either rise to the top or fall into eternal damnation.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.