Naruto: The Mist Within - Chapter 110 - 109: New Beginnings

The story of a returnee who lived in the world of martial arts for 20 years and plays games instead of hunting monsters.Summary:[TS] Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast follows a martial artist who, after returning to modern society and undergoing a gender transformation, becomes a game streamer. The story mixes martial arts with gaming and live-streaming elements in a contemporary fantasy setting.

In the whole world there lays twelve paths to climb the Tower of God, and in legends these twelve pathways leads toward legendary road of immortality. However these paths in the Tower of God, are far too long, without end.

“Doctor, there seems to be something wrong with my mood.”

“There is a clown in the West Side Circus, he can make everyone laugh, I think he can help you.”

“But, doctor… I’m the clown.”

“…”

This is a fantasy world after the cataclysm, where countless underground cities left over from ancient times are buried under the misty land.

There are traps, monsters, and different-dimensional spaces in the dungeon, as well as taboos of ancient gods and legends of countless treasures left over from the past.

Calamity, steam, curse patterns, ancient relics, playing card sequences with extraordinary magic power.

Remnants of the Old World, Relic Asylum, Poker Brothers, Coven, Fire Pirates, Walls of the World…

In the shadowy corners of the world, a treasure hunter wearing a clown mask walks alone in the dark.

He is Joker Ji Xun, the King of Disaster Cards!

PS. For those who are short of books, you can read the 300W+ Wanding old book “Mechanical Alchemist”.

- Description from novelbuddy

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.