Daoist Competition - Chapter 207 - 73 Flying Sword Dharma Transmission Essence Alchemy

Shiro Sakamaki was reborn into a new world with one simple goal: to live a peaceful, luxurious life free from drama.But when he transfers to a prestigious high school in Tokyo, he quickly discovers that his new reality is anything but ordinary. The city is a strange mix of supernatural forces, ghostly phenomena, and events that feel like they’ve jumped straight out of an anime.Before long, bizarre occurrences follow him everywhere, along with a series of beautiful, mysterious girls—from the arrogant, blonde twin-tailed exorcist, to the mysterious quintuplet sisters, to a passerby heroine with hidden powers.As Shiro gets tangled in the supernatural chaos, he realizes he’s at the center of something far darker. Cursed relics begin to surface, and Ancient, Evil Outer Gods—whose very presence bends reality—start to stir.Now, Shiro must figure out why he’s caught in this web of strange occurrences while trying to survive school and the surreal new world he’s been thrust into.

The happiest thing in the world is to be able to amend what you have done wrong. She who acted willfully because of a game, was reincarnated into a time when she still had her parents’ love.

For the sake of her family, she began her life as a pro gamer.

But this time, she was no longer the Human Sorceress that she was familiar with. She was an Elven Huntress. Could she still acquire the power to be the Right Hand of God?

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I spent my life playing a game.
I hit the wall, stuck in second place for the rest of my life.

Out of the blue, I received a message and was possessed by the game.
As the worthless son of an Underworld Boss!

“Yes, bloodline is also a power, as long as you can use it. My ability is ‘Famiglia’.”

The game addict never disappears. Overwhelming violence, endless wealth, connections in the other world. I, I’ll use anything to stay alive!

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.