Reborn as a Mind-Reading Empress - Chapter 16: Alwin

The story follows an old Cultivator who transcended from the Earth to the realm of cultivation. After nearly a hundred year of farming, he found himself disheartened by his own talent and decided to return to his mortal clan to pass on his final legacy before his death. However, to his surprise, his true new beginning awaited him there.This is a tale of family growth—there is no structured system, and the protagonist nurtures his family because he needs them to cultivate his treasure. The novel is truly unique, and I promise you all an exciting journey. Enjoy, my friends!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Cultivation RealmsMortals:Body Tempering (Four Stages): Skin Tempering, Blood Tempering, Bone Tempering, Organ Tempering.Immortal Realms:Level 1-9 Each major realm is divided into: Early Stage, Mid Stage, Late Stage, and Peak.

War Never ChangesWars have always been the cause of all misfortunes, and in one world, they finally ended forever. But Kreyn didn't like that. He wanted to fight and conquer, and only when his world collided with another did he have that opportunity.He used nuclear weapons to win, to be recognized by the Global Axis, and to transmigrate to the Great Lands, where he had no boundaries.Only by creating stories - the Eposes, and carrying out triumphs could one reach the top in this world. The actions of one could change the lives of millions, and only the Origins were capable of this.From the ruler of his world to a prisoner in a cell, and taking over a prison. This should only be the first step on Kreyn's path to satisfy his hunger for war.

One night of spring breeze, stirring the white window screen fluttering in the air.Only a nightstand lamp is on in the room.The light is a soft, dim yellow.......

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.