The God's Games - Chapter 102: Raiding The Bandit Camp (Parr 2)

Reincarnation? Yes. As the Villian’s first victim? Hell yes.Some novels you keep reading not for the plot, but because of a single character who grabs your heart. For me, that character wasn’t even the protagonist; it was his mother.Noah was just an ordinary university student. Until one day, thanks to a poorly timed act of “masculine bravado” from his friend, he found himself caught in a scuffle with thugs and stabbed. Everything went black. Death came quietly.Then he opened his eyes... but they weren’t his.Noah woke up in another body, in another world and inside the very novel he’d been reading. Worse yet, he hadn’t reincarnated as just any side character, but as Count Leonardo Argenholt, the first person killed by the story’s main villain.Leonardo: noble, handsome, charismatic... and doomed to die very soon.But the most terrifying part? The man destined to kill him is his own son.Now, Noah must do more than just survive. He must navigate the rules, magic, and politics of this world and, most importantly, understand the tragic villain of the story, who also happens to be his child. Because, even if this world appears to follow every fantasy cliché in the book, Noah is no longer just a reader.He’s part of the story now.And maybe... it’s time to rewrite it.

Dave couldn't help but chuckle at the mess he was stuck in. He was lying under the shade of a tree, one of his hands was missing, one of his legs was broken, and most of his torso was melted by acid. He is going to die, a very slow and ruthless death.In his last moments, he could not help but be reminiscent of the life before this stupid game. He was a cook, living in a small town. He lived a pretty typical life at that time. But all of that changed, when was kidnapped on the way to his home. He was kidnapped by the same gods whose existence was nothing more than a piece of fiction for him.He was thrown into another dimension and forced into a game called R3T or Race to the Top. The game itself was pretty simple, every player had to cross the 9 worlds comprising this dimension, and the first one to cross the 9th world would be given a very special reward. Any wish winner would be granted by the Gods.Furthermore, Gods would entice players in joining their familia, with the promise of power to survive in this dangerous world. But joining the familia only bounded players in shackles. Players were meant to be puppets of Gods, cheap soldiers that they use to fight amongst themselves…But he stayed true to his path, he didn't care about fights amongst gods nor did he care about winning. He just wanted his freedom, he wanted to get back to his normal life. As he laid under the tree, slowing dying, it seemed to him that it was too much to ask forDINGThe God Hater has given you his helping hand. Will you take it?Y/NSeeing the message he smiled. Now it seems that this isn't the end of his journey.

Deep Sea, the mental network connecting the Five Continents, is rapidly propelling human civilization forward, but no one knows that eternal night is coming. When the transcendence awakens, the grand buildings will collapse. When flesh and blood are bitter and weak, how can people ascend? The tale begins with an encounter and the receiving of a ruler carrying truth. Gu Shen, an ordinary young man, unveils a corner of the truth about this transcendental world and becomes the largest moth among thousands being drawn to a flame. When the bitter winter comes… I will ascend against the tide, overturn the thrones of kings, shatter the crowns of hypocrisy, and destroy the scepters of injustice. I will become humanity’s final Light Barrier.

What if a wisp, with zero EQ about human culture and habits, gains the opportunity to cultivate and finally achieve human form? Now he can enter cities, experience technology, and fight his way to the top, right? In this universe where wisps are seen as nothing more than cultivation resources, a wisp stands up to challenge the wisps destiny! Not without causing a lot of misunderstandings on his way, of course…