Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 495: The Spring of Ende (3)

Five years ago, she was schemed by her sister and became pregnant. Five years later, she returns with strength and becomes a money god in everyone's eyes.“President Jiang, Mr. Xu sent over two pairs of 10-carat earrings, hoping to collaborate with you.”“Vulgar, throw them away.”“President Jiang, Mr. Zhang bought a plane and sent it over, asking where you plan to invest in the next project?”“President Jiang, the kindergarten teacher called, saying the little miss was bullied.”She drove straight to the school, only to see her brothers nervously surrounding her sister. She smiled lightly and walked over slowly.

Suzuki, an adult programmer, suddenly notices that he’s been thrown into a different world while wearing a casual clothes at level 1. He gained high levels and treasures after using the 3 times use-disposable-magic, Meteor Shower, once. After that he intends to do different world “sightseeing tours”? He meets 3 beast girls, beautiful purple and black haired sisters, and an eccentric blonde haired elf girl along with various people during his trip. Although there are occasional fighting with demons and demon lords, this is a heartwarming fantasy story at heart.

Marauders shot Yuan in the head and buried him in a ditch. They thought it would be enough to put him down. They were wrong.Rising from the dead by the will of the Gun, demigod of revenge and firearms, Yuan only has one goal in mind: track down his murderers across the Unmade World and slaughter every last one of them. With the bullet-core stuck in his skull marking him as a Gunsoul, he can finally teach these arrogant cultivators a lesson they’ll never forget.But revenge isn’t so easy to claim. To carve out a path through the wasteland, Yuan will have to face power-hungry sects, nuclear cultivators, and weapon-gods. Let them come. No one will bury him again.He’ll give them all a taste of Bullet Hell.

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.