The Crown's Entrapment - Chapter 125

Modern Earth was suddenly thrust into an era of hyper-artificial intelligence and realistic, human-like machines called Androids by a woman who went by the name Maria Evernight.Within a short decade, this unfathomable woman spread the influence of her behemoth enterprise; Evernight Group International, across the known globe, forever propelling the human civilization into an era of technology that could only be described as otherworldly.This woman patiently groomed her son into the most fearsome CEO of the most influential existence on the face of this little blue planet, planning to slowly transition total control of the globe to her son.She planned to keep him entertained by the mundane life among mortals while keeping him in the dark about his past and heavy, predestined responsibilities. Alas, who would have expected that the rural blue planet in the middle of nowhere among the sea of stars would be discovered by immortal cultivators?Before people could adapt to the new world of futuristic technology, the world of cultivation took them by storm. Many young and old of the people yearned for power and immortality, and Maria’s son, Leonardo Evernight, was no exception.Perhaps it was as the heavens preordained, but Leonardo picks up the path to power.However, after stepping onto this path, he found out that his mother didn’t have many years left of her age, throwing his mental state into disorder as the path to power was a path of no retreat, only advancement.With a heavy heart of responsibility, Leonardo left the comfort of his little blue planet for a future unknown…

Grayson is a poor college student, scavenging leftover food, betrayed by his girlfriend, and constantly looked down on by everyone around him. Little do they realize he’s actually the heir to the mightiest billionaire family. When the seal on Grayson’s fortune is lifted, he transforms into the ultimate second-generation rich kid. He only wants to keep a low profile, but fate just won’t let him!So you think I’m just a loser? Fine. I’ll quietly use my money to solve everything behind your backs. Then I’ll make you all choke on your own words, swallow every insult, and slap you hard in the face...（This is anovel full of twists, comebacksand face-slapping moments, witha tightly woven and engaging plot—definitely worth your time.If you enjoy my story, please support it by adding itto your favorites. Your encouragement is the driving force behind my continued creation of exciting contentI also promise there will be no disappointing ending—the storywill have a satisfying conclusion. As the author,I already have 1.5 million words in reserve and willupdate with at least three chapters daily on average.）

The protagonist is reborn at the end of the Roman Republic, becoming a gladiator under Spartacus. How will he escape the tragic fate of being crucified and survive in the Mediterranean under Roman rule? Stay tuned!--------------Rome must perish! As long as it exists, we find it difficult to escape the fate of death! —Maximus

A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor.

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He lived an average, fulfilling life and died of old age. The next moment, he opened his eyes as the Princess of Asmaria.

While looking forward to his new life, he died again.

And so began his 151,897,914th life as Samur Eckart.

Samur is a Professional Transmigrator- or so he says so, as he gets transmigrated into a new world every time he dies.

However, each time, his memories return only moments before his death. If he successfully survives, he gets to live that life, if he dies, well, he just moves on to his next moment of death.

Once again on the verge of death as Samur, he’s saved at the last moment by a young boy.

Surprise, surprise, the young boy is a Regressor.

As a man of honour, Samur intends to repay his debt then leave because the world is too inconvenient to live in.

Well, that’s what he thought, at least, but the Regressor and his friends are kind of… weird, and he can’t seem to get away at all?

However, not everything is as it seems. Samur’s whims have made him the part of an eternal lie.

Shadows dance in glee as they concoct a requiem far grander than anyone can imagine, while the Lights tremble in delight as the apocalypse threatens the Universe.

The dies have been cast, the play has been written, the characters are on the stage, and the sacrifices have been made.

And so, it’s finally time to let this game begin.