My Cultivation System - Chapter 275: Cowardly Ambush Ghosts

Disclaimer: I don't own anythingThe cover is AI-generated what I depict of MC, his origin is from Wano.This is my first fanfic writing so do whatever you want, I'm just writing this for fun since I'm in college with a lot of shit. This is just to calm down.Draco is struck by a truck going home trying to get some chips to read his favorite manga, One Piece!After getting struck, he goes to speak with God who tells him that he mistakenly killed him on accident. With an apology he gifts him 3 wishes with no restriction, also with a choice of his own to go to an anime universe of his own.Of course, Draco responds with, ”ONE PIECE!“ with excited and yearning eyes completely forgetting his old life.Now Draco, with his 3 wishes goes into the one-piece world, wanting to explore what he's always wanted and do what he's always wanted in life with no one to get in his way!#NoHarem#Gore - People will die, sometimes bodies will get decapitated

“ You must level down to the rock bottom of hell”, a demonic voice said when he was summoned to the other side.

Seth Johnson was 16 when he was sacrificed in a cleansing ritual organized by his parent’s cult, to find himself reincarnated and transmigrated to a new world that was already on the brink of extinction.

People were divided by their magic power’s ranking to live in different regions and sat on ascending levels in the sky.

Being born again as Isiah Duncan, the brother of Lucas Duncan the prodigy who brought the apocalypse to this world was confusing to him, he who had no powers to survive, until he was forced to level down instead of leveling up, using the diabolic core of magic instead of the divine one …

Carrying The Collection Technique through the Naruto World and become Gekkō Kanpū. Hero? It is impossible to be a hero in this life, and I can only do logistics and touch the corpse. The feeling of entering the morgue is like coming home. Everyone in it is full of talents. I Love it there...

Everywhere Leticia went, she was compared to her siblings.

Sadly, it was all too common.

She was not as pretty as her second sister Diana,

nor as smart as her third brother Emil,

nor as good with a sword as her fourth brother Xavier,

nor as talented with magic as her youngest sister Irene. However, she was never jealous or envious of her siblings.

In fact, she was proud of them. And yet, she never knew that her family was ashamed of her. Until the moment her family abandoned her.