4.4Legendary player Marvin transmigrated to the eve of the Great Calamity. This was the end of the fourth era, all gods joined hands to destroy the Universe Magic Pool. The fourth Fate Tablet had begun maturing and all gods, demons, legends, devils, liches, dragons and other legendary creatures were appearing one after the other. In order to protect his loved ones, Marvin has no other choice but to delve into the shadows. This is the story of a young ranger growing into the Ruler of the Night during the Chaos Era. _________________________ TL: After transmigrating into a weak noble body, Marvin discovered that he was familiar with the world, this was the game he played in his previous life and... Damn! He only had six months before the Great Calamity! As a former top player, he would obviously fight to save the world... Yeah, no. Time to plan and prepare for the upcoming events, better to use that knowledge to get ahead rather than fight with gods. Follow Marvin's journey through this new world.
4.1He who steals a hook gets hanged as a crook; he who steals a kingdom becomes a duke. Those who steal the world and the hearts of the people become a Divine Immortal. The Dao of the universe is boundless, and the will of mortals is limitless. Follow me and watch how I alone use my hands to steal the heavens! Translator's synopsis: An unexpected discovery in Machu Picchu has transported a young professional thief from Earth to a world filled with mystical powers and evil plots. With his beloved teacher and best friend killed during the calamity, his only goal is to become stronger, so that he can take revenge for them.This is a novel filled with politics, the struggle for power, evil beauties, and of course, Divine Immortals. *Warning: Erotic scenes inside...
4.5A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
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