Tyrant Sky Martial Soul - Chapter 10 - Start Cultivating_1

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic.Why isn't it in the fan-fics then?Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic.Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this.If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

He is invincible and invincible, has the ultimate beauty, and captivates people.

She has a top-level appearance and a top-level life, but she was hit by a car accident and turned into a fool, which is shocking.

No one knows that he once saw the woman called a fool stepping on the ground in a mess, with a sharp face, in the chaos, saving the people around him from the fire and water, just one look, he was set for life.

There is a kind of person who is a drug that you can’t get rid of, you can’t get rid of it…

What do you do when your beliefs run counter to what you love?

[Chongwen, the heroine is very strong, very strong, and the hero is not weak, the battle of blood, the collision of beliefs. 】

The introduction is weak, mainly to read the text, favor the text, strong men and strong women, not abuse.

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Florentia was reincarnated as the illegitimate child of the richest family in the empire.