This Game Is Too Real - Chapter 1074: Final Thoughts Upon Completion

The dead cannot speak.

It means the living can create any story they want.

Inheritance, honor and wealth can be taken away by lies.

However, what happens when a person, who was presumed to be dead, returns alive?

John Transmigrate to a cultivation world in a perilous situation as a war prisoner.But fortunately he also got a system that lets him upgrade everything if he has enough patience.

One ant like mountain boy.A long path of cultivation filled with difficulties.A fantasy cultivation world filled with wonders.A young boy named Zhao Jiuge lived with his adopted grandfather in a remote village at the foot of a mountain. Their lives were difficult but they were happy to have each other. However circumstances soon force Zhao Jiuge to leave the comfort of his home and step onto the path of cultivation. Join Zhao Jiuge on his journey through the cultivation world so that he may have gain control of his own destiny!

After a car accident, a modern loving couple, Zhou Ying and Gu Chengrui, both transmigrated through space.

Zhou Ying became a jinx everyone despised and had difficulty getting a full meal.

Gu Chengrui became the son of a wealthy, cold, and violent family.

They hated him and were indifferent to his wife. With no one to love or care for the couple, they made a decision.

They decided to split up from the family!

They were penniless in their new house, which had nothing. But there’s nothing to be afraid of!

They had their interspace and wisdom to get rid of poverty and get rich in minutes! As the days started getting better, trouble came knocking on their door.

The family wanted them to go back to being their mule?

No way! The couple stood united and called them out on it, refusing to go back!

Their old rival, a father-daughter pair, wanted to steal their house?

The couple rolled up their sleeves and clashed with them head-on! After much difficulty, they finally had peace, but then a disaster that happens once every thousand years came…