The 31st Piece Turns the Tables - Chapter 453 - 452

Accidentally, Ye Xiaochen became new generation of Heavenly Farmer (Shen Nong), the treasure in the eyes of deities of three realms.

Moon fairy’s rabbit eats only the carrots grown from his farm.

The heavenly troop which was formed from the magical beans, came out from his farm.

The ninth level elixir which was just released, he supplied the materials for it.

Ye Xiaochen’s goal is to become the overlord of agriculture, not only in earth but also in whole three realms.

I want the heavens to use agricultural products that I plant, I want all the sentient beings in three realms to eat food made from my vegetables, I want all the gods to give up the idea of only swallowing air and eat meals three times in a day just like a normal person.

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Lin Xuan was transmigrated to a fantasy world and had a one-night stand with the powerful Ice Empress.

Hellbound SynopsisVastro once stood at the absolute peak of the Eight Realms.A usurper so powerful that logic itself bent around him.They betrayed him.They killed him.Or so they thought.Vastro awakened at the Gates of Hell and chose speed over despair. By clearing all one hundred Gates, he became something forbidden....Hellbound.Granted early reincarnation and armed with hell-forged power, he rushed back to life for revenge.Something went wrong.Instead of returning as a god, he was reborn as a fragile human baby in the lowest realm.Power was not denied....only delayed.Stripped of his former body and forced to grow from nothing, Vastro must rebuild his strength step by step while hiding what he truly is. Every gain comes with limits, resistance, and consequence.He will rise again.Faster. Stronger. More ruthless than before.Assuming he survives long enough to learn how to walk.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.