Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse - Chapter 194 Save Me.

In a world where everyone has the chance to ascend to heaven and claim the title of the No. 1 God by touching the Stone Tablet, battles rage across the three realms—Heaven, Hell, and Earth.People fight fiercely to climb to the top, each striving for ultimate power and dominance.But me? I’m Ragnarok, and I’m not really interested in godhood.My best friend, Jason, however, has always dreamed big. He wants the two of us to become the Duo Gods of the Universe, with one of us as No. 1 and the other as No. 2.Jason is like a brother to me, and I’ve always had his back. So I’m just going along for the ride, supporting him as he chases his dream.What neither of us knows is that I’m the strongest being in existence—a power even I’m unaware of.Join me on this thrilling journey to godhood as I uncover the truth about my strength, fight alongside Jason, and face challenges across all realms.

Follow Chen Ming as he accepts disciples, establishes a sect, and fights his way in a world that deems him a cannon fodder.
He goes against any common sense using his wits and novel knowhow to finish missions and arm himself against his cruel fate.

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What? He’s transmigrated into an apocalyptic novel?

What? He transmigrated into a white lotus?

What? The white lotus killed the main character shou (bottom, uke) and even proudly became a mistress?

Oh, luckily the white lotus in the apocalypse has a thick thigh to hold on to (someone to rely on).

What? This was actually an apocalyptic rebirth revenge story?

What? The thick thigh was actually a really big cannon fodder?

Therefore, this is the dramatic story of a man who transformed into a white lotus struggling to survive in an apocalyptic rebirth revenge novel, trying to avoid the reborn pig’s foot (the original main character), and trying his best to get away from the cannon fodder gong (top, seme).

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”