MTL - Chaotic Lightning Cultivation - ~ Section 84

“Want to know the meaning of life? Want to live… a real life?” The world changes when you click YES. In God’s dimension, you have to keep getting stronger, keep evolving to survive one horror movie after another. Do you kill everyone in your way to reach the end as a lone king? Or fight along with your comrades and survive through the support of friends? Everything was just for staying alive. Until you find the secret of God’s dimension. Who is the real enemy?

[Read up to chapter 5, you won't regret it.]Haru Mizuki died the lamest death possible: alone in his room, playing a hentai VRMMO. No heroic sacrifice. No tragic accident. Just... pathetic.But instead of oblivion, he wakes up in Aethelgard.Cursed by Chronia, Goddess of Time, Haru gains an ability no one else has: he can't stay dead. Every time he dies, he loops back to his last checkpoint. What seems like a curse becomes his greatest weapon, infinite retries mean infinite opportunities to learn, train, and seduce.And seduce he must. Because Haru's cheat ability, Touch of the Goddess, lets him steal powers from anyone he touches... but it works best through intimate contact.Armed with death loops, a hacker-class system that lets him sabotage rival players, Haru begins building the ultimate multi-species harem. But he's not the only player in this game, and they all want the same thing: absolute domination.

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...

The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.