Seoul Object Story - Chapter 68: Gyeyang Mountain Temporary Camp (8)

Ye Xiaofan awakens a “weak” martial soul, which is only a level-1 sapling. When everyone is mocking at him, Ye knows his future has been changed, for the sapling allows him to sense all the types of spiritual Qi across a large area.With its help, only one night makes him reach the perfection of first stage.

Ye Chen transmigrated to a fantasy world and realized that he had seven seniors in his clan, and all of them were of stunning beauty.

Raised by an abusive father, bullied by his tyrant classmate, and grew up without a mother and friends, Kaiju was chosen by the Tower as a player to participate in the trial. However, how could the Tower blundered about overchoosing its participants?Kaiju didn't have a choice but to participate on the Hellish Trial, the difficult there is. Without much preparations, Kaiju had to rely on luck to survive.[You have survived through a fortuitous encounter. You have obtained 10 Luck Points!Your 10 Luck Points are multiplied ten times…Congratulations!You have been rewarded with 100 Luck Points!]When Ladyluck decided to help him, can he survive the Hellish Trial and possibly complete it, when, in the history of the Tower, no one haven't yet?[You have formed a master and pet bond with the Savage Beast.You have obtained the title, Beastmaster!]With the beasts accompanying him, will he soar and conquer the Tower?

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...