Reborn as a Noble's Son - Chapter 364 - 355 A Big Fire_1

Wang Jian had wanted to return to his hometown and lay low as a small-town doctor, but there were simply too many temptresses:“Sister-in-law, don't be like this, I came as a doctor...”“Young lady, stop, this isn't right...”“Auntie, what are you doing?”......

[CONTENT WARNING: Graphic violence, profanity, dark humor, 18+]“The Resurrection System is Absolute.”Stabbed? Werewolf transformation. Poisoned? Immunity. Crushed? Teleportation.For every death he gets an ability. An F rank shit ability, but an ability nonetheless. It's up to Kurt to level up the abilities he thinks are worth growing.If F rank Pyrokinesis is good for lighting his cigarette, maybe SSS rank flames burn different.There's a catch however. Even life and death has rules and a cosmic order that enforces them.But what are they going to do? Kill him? Yeah, good luck with that.#System#Resurrection#Harem#MemoryLoss#Guild#Dungeon#Comedy#Weaktostrong

Su Chen has been reborn into the High Martial World, unexpectedly becoming a weakling who couldn't even reach the level of a quasi-martial artist, and is despised by everyone. Unexpectedly, he awakens a Cultivation Life Simulator, capable of generating a virtual Cultivation World, simulating experiences in that world, and then materializing the rewards from the virtual world back to himself.“Su Chen, total score for the three tests: 688 points, comprehensive potential rating: A++”“...688 points, how is this possible? In the class led by Ling Yue, such a monstrous genius has appeared.”“A++, that might only appear once every year or two. Where did that boy come from?”

...[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.