I've Been AFK for Ten Million Years - Chapter 300: Daode Tianzun Becomes a Saint with Resentment

In the age of the Great Liang Dynasty, the lives of the people were made convenient with steam-powered machines that run on a fuel named Violetstream Gold. Chang Geng, who lived in a small countryside village, shared a distant relationship with his mother while his stepfather was away most of the year round, and the only people he was close to were two little kids, the village teacher, and his yi fu – adoptive father. But his life was flipped upside down one day following the barbaric Man tribes’ invasion, and it turned out that his entire identity had been an illusion – not only was Chang Geng himself not the country boy he thought he was, but also his mother, his teacher, and even his beloved yi fu…

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One day, fate played a cruel joke on Fujino. When he woke up, he found himself in the world of Detective Conan. Now, he’s a high school detective with no parents, a four-story building to his name, and a barely sustainable career solving cases.Just when he was at a loss for what to do, a Professional System suddenly activated, allowing him to acquire real detective skills—through pay-to-win mechanics.From that moment on, he ditched the usual “Conan logic” and became a true rational detective, using real investigative techniques instead of convenient anime tropes.Q: Why do you, as a detective, know so many different skills?Fujino: Well, isn’t it normal for a professional detective to actually learn professional skills?

One of the few self-cultivator who exist in this modern world; due to an unfortunate event, completely destroyed his body in an explosion. Using all his effort to save his primordial spirit, he ended up in an strange magical world and had to start all over again. From a fallen aristocrat to the Warlord of Chaos, this can no longer be summarise as legendary; this is the life of the God of War.

[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”