MTL - I’m Actually Really Rich - Chapter 71

I became the childhood friend of the protagonist in a novel. The childhood friend who died from taking drugs.

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.

Ye Cheng transmigrated to Douluo Dalu where martial spirits reign supreme. Unfortunately, the martial spirit he awakened was a useless martial spirit, without even soul power. He could only be an ordinary person for the rest of his life.One day, his family was wiped out by their enemies. Ye Cheng was forced to run away while his clan gets slaughtered. He then lived for 20 years, unable to achieved anything with his useless martial spirit.Fortunately, at this time, he had awakened his cheat; He only needed to make up a persona for himself, and he could turn the power of the persona into his own. He made up a persona with twin martial spirits. When everyone believed that he had twin martial spirits, he had twin martial spirits. He made up a persona that would become a god in the future. If everyone believed that he was a god, then he would become a god!

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.