I transmigrated and got a husband and a son! - Chapter 1246: Ivy and Tiger

Qin Chen was transmigrated to the Taiyi Holy Land where he became a servant in charge of sweeping the floor. However, on his 16th birthday, he was rewarded with a system where he was rewarded whenever he signed in at a new place.

When he signed in at the Empire Ruin, he was rewarded with the strongest Chaotic Holy Body and the Chaos Emperor Scripture.

When he signed in at the Demon Sealing Land, he was rewarded with the Probationary Royal Armies.

When he signed in at the Alchemy Palace, he was rewarded with the Divine-grade Alchemy.

When he signed in at the Herb Garden, he was rewarded with an Immortality Elixir.

When he signed in at the Empire Palace, he was rewarded with the Emperor-grade Divine Art, Revival.

…

Qin Chen thought he could just spend the rest of his life signing in at different places until he became invincible.

However, when the ruin of the Great Kingdom appeared inside the holy land, people from other holy lands, prestigious families, and even ancient empires gathered to defeat the All-Powerful Demon King who appeared with the ruin. The Demon King had killed countless people and had planned to destroy the Taiyi Holy Land.

Qin Chen was left with no choice but to step up. When he killed the Demon King with a single slap, he sighed, “Why do you guys have to force a mere servant to act?”

Some people transmigrate into Emperors, others become wangye.

They live in luxury; their hands covering the Heavens.

Some people transmigrate into shizuns, or sect leaders.

They would have the respect of all, their powers supernatural.

Some unlucky souls become villains, but even with their terrible reputations they would still have enough power to summon rain from the sky, maybe even manage to kill off the protagonist.

But Li Changtian, a stand up young man from a good family, who died on the battlefield protecting someone, widened his eyes.

He! Transmigrated!

Into a person everyone wanted dead, with an unabsolvable crime!

Li Changtian: “??? Wait wait, did something go wrong somewhere?”

The magistrate of the Imperial Justice Bureau, Yan Shu, who hated injustice more than anything in the world had just stepped onto his head and said in an ice cold voice: “A life for a life.”

Li Changtian: “&%%%￥&￥#@”

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