Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies - Chapter 172 - 164 Let Him Show Filial Piety

Song Xuanhe transmigrated into a book called “The President’s Seven Boyfriends”. He became the President’s cannon fodder ex-boyfriend, Song Xuanhe.

The Song Xuanhe in the book: 180 cm tall, so attractive he would trump over even the hottest celebrities, three generations of family in business–a very appropriate rich third generation.

It wasn’t a loss to transmigrate into this kind of person. It was just that this was a rebirth story.

The Song Xuanhe in the book abused the male lead 800 times and had even indirectly caused the male lead’s death. Faced with the reborn blackened male lead, his fate was obvious–not only did he reach rock bottom, he even died without an intact corpse.

Right now, he had become the cannon fodder ex-boyfriend that was foreordained to die without an intact corpse.

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System: Don’t you think that the male lead has been a bit strange recently? It’s like he’s plotting something in the dark.

Song Xuanhe: Plotting how to kill me?

System: No, plotting how to eat you.

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Song Xuanhe, who was lying on the bed with an aching waist, pained back and legs suffering from cramps, cursed the System 800 times–what happened to the male lead being a shou?!

Emphasis: Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Moreover, the big shot has always been a gong! Spoilers only up to here!

Shocked, Peng Gengkun wakes up in the Thunder Continent, a world far from his life as a video game lover. Here, martial arts rule and mastering cultivation is key. As part of the Flying Cloud Sect in the bleak Bleakwind Barrens, Peng holds a respected but challenging role.Despite the focus on strength in this world, Peng struggles with cultivation.A past conflict, involving his secret love for Xi Yingzhu and rivalry with Wei Pengxing, hurt his Qi Sea, affecting his warrior abilities.Yet, when Peng finds the Leviathan-roc Devouring System, he sees a chance to gain power and grow.With a desire for revenge and more strength, he stands at a crossroads: What or who will he consume next to become even stronger?

A journey through space and time... a lost soul that will find the answers about the past of a world and the mysteries of an ancient war.

When Adam finished his turn and then was preparing to go home after several hours of work, his team received a fire alert. He didn't expect that he would die following his father's footsteps, but fate had something else in store for him.

Adam died, but he was reincarnated in another world as Aion Kresnik, with his memories intact. Still, an easy life wasn't waiting for him despite the fact that he had a system and the ability to change jobs and make a spiritual weapon change to many forms. The reason for that was the fact that he was the son of a war hero and, at the same time, the son of a war prisoner and one of the last members of a powerful bloodline of mages. A bloodline that was hated by the whole world.

Aion's goals in that world were simple, get rid of the discrimination surrounding his mother and then find out why he was reborn with such a system since he knew that things couldn't be that convenient...

In the heart of the volcano, the remnants left behind by the sages yearned for their successors.Risking her life, his mother obtained the Immortal Palace Seal, handing it to Ning Zhuo before her passing.“The Buddha Heart Demon Seal!”To transcend into either Buddha or the Demon.With this seal grasped firmly, he could inscribe a heart seal and command the creation of puppets.While ordinary individuals struggled under the weight of just controlling a few, the burden was exceptionally light for, Ning Zhuo, who effortlessly commanded tens of thousands with a single gesture.“Mother, I will fulfill your wishes and obtain the Immortal Palace!” He vowed.Indeed.Immortal Puppets; capable of spiritual secrets; their work skillful and rational.A new realm unfolds, expanding the heavens,Where earthly splendor rivals celestial beauty.Ancient chimes resonate with heavenly laws,As moonlight caresses the ethereal dance.The true self embodies myriad forms,Who in this world dares oppose?