Fausse Mort

With the magical [system of cultivating immortality], the reborn Tang Fei began his legendary journey! Counter attack and upgrade, collect treasures and valuable books, conquer beasts and beauties... Let’s witness Tang Fei’s journey to become the Immortal God!

In a realm where cultivation determines destiny, Wu Tian is born broken—his dantian shattered, his meridians crippled, hidden away by his family as a shameful secret. Yet fate refuses to let him remain weak. From the ashes of despair, Wu Tian rises through trials of blood and fire, mastering forbidden techniques and earning the title of Immortal Hero. Across floating paradises, haunted labyrinths, and dragon‑ridden skies, Wu Tian battles demons, sect traitors, and the terrifying Lo Han Demons, whose strength fuses the resilience of Lo Han warriors with the savagery of beasts. Alongside allies like the enigmatic Zhang Long, the fiery Feng Huang, and dragons of legend, Wu Tian’s journey is one of relentless action, high‑stakes drama, and the eternal struggle between light and shadow. But victory comes at a cost. As Wu Tian ascends, a darker reflection of himself is born—an echo of his own cultivation, a shadow that learns, waits, and hungers. In this Eastern Fantasy epic, where heroes grow from weak to strong, the question is not whether Wu Tian can save his people, but whether he can save himself from the darkness within.

To escape the clutches of the evil queen, Linux. Aether, the world's strongest sorcerer sacrifices himself to keep the Yggdrassil safe. His sacrifice yields him fruition as he reincarnates in a world full of Awakened individuals. He reincarnates as a orphan boy who is blessed by a unique entity. With the world's changing, Aether / Arthur has to challenge the winds of change while growing stronger to face the Queen again.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]