My Gu Can Cultivate On Their Own

"I want my body back! Sir Riccardo, I made a mistake and I'm ready to right the wrongs. It's too late, no one's going to listen to you or believe more so, it's all your doing;Enjoy my money Martinez! While I keep your body. ********************* Midlife crises is no ‘news’ a 54 year old billionaire Riccardo Ferdinand Deville was diagnosed of a rare cancerous disease and given one year to live by his doctor, accepting fate ; he decided to leave town and explore the world before his demise, he comes across a young man during his journey unexpectedly and the unexpected happens. Transmigration occurs between the two. How will both men survive in their new world?. Will both parties get their utmost desire? How will the soul swap affect their lives and family?. Whose idea was it and who benefitted the most from it? “Things are never as they seemed to be, sometimes you can accurately judge a book by its cover and sometimes you can’t”.

Everything was taken from him, the girlfriend he loved, his promotion and even the means to work elsewhere. However, everything changed when the Ethereal Adventure System arrived. a system that would give him real life money and superhuman abilities for completing task which mainly involved travelling to other worlds. Would he grasp this opportunity completely? would he become the apex of humanity. you can check this out by following his journey. I own the copyright to this cover including all parts and cover

Unknown to me, I wasn’t the worthless piece of shit my in laws view me to be. I was the strongest member of a secret clan who lost his memory while on a mission. Years gone had given my enemy the perfect time to destroy all I left behind. But now I’m back, and every single of those who crossed me would feel the wrath me; The Almighty Mael Ze’Ev had in store for them all. …………… “Pick your poison Joe, you can either step down and remain honored, or be stubborn and watch me wipe the floor with you.”

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

[System activated] [I will make these two worlds and their creatures bow at your feet, my master] [Humans, elves, dragons, monsters, dungeons, kingdoms, wealth, power and everything. I will dedicate them all to you, my master] Raff Petterson, a young man who lived a miserable life in the real world. Failure and humiliation were all he got. But the hope for revenge came when the system inside his body activated. He can go to another world and return to the real world with his skills. He doesn't know, all the missions he undertook would lead him to the struggle for the strongest throne in the real world and the other world.

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

What happens when a supernatural being escape from the hell prison into the mortal world? Will our main protagonist be able to capture it again? Will he be able to do it? One of the angelic beings and leaders to supervise all being in the universe, had the task of imprisoning the criminal and returning it to hell. But, it was impossible for a powerful angelic being to appear in the world due to the restrictions of power. So, he can only be reborn as a mortal. Following him was his twin and their pets but in the mortal world, the twins were separated with no memory as formal angels nor power. As for their pets, they can go and return between dimensions. Yet, as if the universe itself pity the mortal world, it gives birth to a powerful group of abilities with a medium to help the twins fight the hell criminal. But, to balance the world, under the hell criminal control, a human with dark abilities also appear. After 500 years... "Remember, Kairi. You're my brother. Although we're not blood-related, I have every right to protect you." - Rafiz "WE WELCOME OUR MASTER OF STELLARS!" - Pegasus Spirit. "I thought I have killed all the Knight Seeyer but... Clearly, I left one more..." - Dark Ries. "We have to take him to Syarantonia." - Agi "Oh star who is my slave... Destroy all obstacles that obscure my path! - Kairi "Searched for that boy. Do not let him live!" - Dark Revier "I think... I might have fallen in love with him. But, he is not an ordinary man." - Aries

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

"I will remember the faces of all of you, and wait for my revenge!" Chen Long said before his death... His soul sped up and migrated into the body of a newly deceased baby which. Until the baby and its soul can live again His ambition was ignited to become an invincible Sword God along with past memories of the Sword God Book by engraving his name in the unforgettable legend....

In a world where cultivation is the sacred path of body and soul, Lin Cang possesses neither. He awakens in the body of a young man with no meridians, no dantian, and no soul-sea—yet he lives. Shunned by the natural laws of heaven and earth, unable to walk the orthodox path, Lin Cang discovers a different way: the Dao of Form. Through mysterious patterns and ancient blueprints only he can perceive, he begins to reshape his own body—piece by piece, refinement by refinement—into something the world has never seen. In a realm of righteous sects, blade-wielding prodigies, and soul-bound cultivators, Lin Cang must conceal the truth of his existence while carving out his own legend. But the more he transforms, the more a question begins to stir: if he was never truly human to begin with, what will he become by the end? A tale of identity, power, and reinvention, The Puppet Dao blends classical cultivation adventure with a unique journey of self-crafted evolution. The path to immortality is written in flesh and spirit—but Lin Cang will write his in wood, will, and wonder.