First Day In Game, I Got Ten Billion From Infinite Number Of Check-ins - Chapter 118 - 118 Call Someone!

In the vast and grand universe, myriad treasures and artifacts existed, some crafted by the Grand Dao of the universe itself, while countless others paled in comparison to the might of those created by the Grand Dao.Yet, amidst the cosmic expanse, one individual achieved the extraordinary feat of fashioning a treasure on par with those birthed by the Grand Dao.This creator wasn't mortal, nor an immortal cultivator who had ascended to the pinnacle of power.Neither inherently good nor bad, this enigmatic figure stood as the genesis of countless races—a shattered being unlike any ever witnessed.Known by many names, the most prominent being the 'Son of the Universe'.Born directly from the Grand Dao of the universe, he was not the first entity to be brought forth in such a manner.The universe had previously given rise to beings governed by the System of Reality—known by various titles such as Heavenly Daos or World Trees—acting as gods of creation for innumerable planets across the universe.These divine entities, also referred to as the 'Daughters of the Universe', were exclusively female, with no sons among them.However, the Grand Dao of the universe defied this established norm, birthing a Son and thereby breaking the rules of the System of Reality.The treasure forged by the 'Son of the Universe' was lost to time, only to reappear fortuitously in an alley on a fateful night.On that particular night, a young man named Sam Hailstorm stumbled upon this extraordinary artifact, forever altering the course of his life.As for why the Grand Dao birthed such an unimaginable being, why this treasure found its way to Sam, and the purpose behind the Son of the Universe creating such a powerful artifact, join Sam on his journey of discovery as he unravels the truths and destinies that lie ahead.

Humanity collapsed in a single night.When the sky darkened and a perpetual night arrived, even the strongest monsters turned feral, tearing through cities until nothing was left but ruin.Dying alone in the ruined world, Ryn Eden Arctis finally understood the truth.Years ago, he was given a strange skillbook—one the church labeled taboo, one no one dared to touch. But the world had taken it away from him.However, he knew that—whatever was inside it, had to be powerful enough for him to stop this calamity.His final regret echoed through the silent wasteland:“If I had learned that damn book, we’d still be alive.”With his dying breath, he wished for only one thing:To go back in time and claim that forbidden power, no matter what.A single star answered.Ryn opens his eyes ten years earlier, on the day he received his first skill.WHAT TO EXPECT:- Korean Regressor Fantasy, if you like that genre this might be the one for you. Think (Trash of the Count's Family, Swordmaster's Youngest Son, FFF-Class Trash Hero)- Romance subplot is prevalent. This is not a harem novel!- MC is NOT naive, and will NOT be afraid to make morally gray choices! Readers advised!

“Sect Master! Marry me!”If only things were that simple.Fang Yuan lets out a long sigh, eyes fixed on the mountain of paperwork threatening to swallow his desk and his soul.As the youngest family head in history, you’d think he’d be enjoying fame, fortune, and fawning admirers.Instead, he’s buried in bureaucracy, stuck mediating elder disputes, and wondering if the sect treasury mysteriously eats spirit stones.Sure, the old geezers have their experience, their beards, and their lofty reputations.But Fang Yuan? He has one thing they don’t: raw, unshakable power.Born into a world where innate talent reigns supreme, Fang Yuan—a transmigrator armed with modern grit—actually managed the impossible: he clawed his way to the top with nothing but relentless hard work.While everyone else coasted on heavenly bloodlines and golden physiques, he trained, he studied, and he schemed.Now, he’s strong enough to bend heaven’s will.But cultivation isn’t all sword beams and glory.Life as a family head comes with its own set of woes—namely, watching his annoyingly handsome junior brother collect all the female attention like some kind of walking romance novel.“This isn’t fair,” Fang Yuan mutters under his breath, stamping another scroll. “I’m the protagonist here... right?”