MTL - Gold Medal Mediator - v2 Chapter 118 Unreal and Real (15)

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”

In the general’s house, the eldest daughter is born again.

In the last life, she mistakenly regarded the fish as a pearl and misunderstood the wolf.

In this world, she wants to expose the stepmother’s Buddha-snake heart and tear the sister’s hypocritical face.

This life, let me see how she protects her parents, keeps younger brothers, fights stepmothers and step on stepsisters.

Who will harm/betray her, she will return back a hundred times more, conspiracy against conspiracy to eliminate all! I want to stay away from the royal family, never want to become the imperial concubine, yet unexpectedly I can’t escape from his love net!

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Lin Wu was a university student that died after having one too many energy drinks and then reincarnated into the body of a worm. He awakens to find out that he now has a system, but even it doesn't have a clear idea of where they are.

He comes out of the ground and discoverers that he’s no longer in his previous world but rather in a cultivation world.

Witness Lin Wu’s journey as he worms his way to the heavens from a tiny worm crawling in the ground.

A fourth chance at life. The last chance.Zarek remembered when he first experienced the Godsfall Apocalypse. Those tears of red and sparkling rouge that split the skies, opening up one dangerous realm after another.That feeling of helplessness had been palpable, heavy... suffocating. It hung above his head like a guillotine, an edge graced by death's kiss...He grinned at it.One last ride, no Talents left on his stat screen, and nothing but a dull machete and his girl by his side. What was a better thrill than that?How could he possibly fail a fourth time?Unfortunately, there were others. Other Rebirthers. Some that might have been on their last attempt just like him, or some that still had more to give to this cruel world.None of it mattered, though. He had planned everything out meticulously, each life playing its own role.He would come out on top this time. How could he not?He was Zarek Ashborn.