Genius Club - Chapter 43: Uninvited Guest

This novel features: Bloodlines, multiple races, world-hopping, cultivation, magic, contracted beasts, kingdom-building, and brutal wars.Sollivan, a young man in his early twenties, miraculously survived the complete annihilation of his family—but at a terrible cost. Bound to a wheelchair, he is unable to live a normal life like his peers. Worse still, he lost all his cultivation, becoming nothing more than a powerless mortal in a world ruled by absolute strength.But fate had other plans...By sheer chance, he acquires a mysterious black book—one that grants him the ability to travel to another world, a realm governed by entirely different laws, where power is determined by strange bloodlines and overwhelming physical might. A world ruled by a superior race that looks down on weak humans.Trapped between two worlds, Sollivan finds himself entangled in sinister plots and terrifying secrets beyond human comprehension. Yet, the cunning young man who rose from the ruins of his tragic past sees this as an opportunity to reclaim his shattered destiny. As he pursues power and vengeance, he struggles to hold onto his humanity, which both worlds seem determined to strip away, forcing him to confront the fragility of his own soul.But can he manipulate both worlds to his advantage, or will his ambition lead him to ruin? In a reality where only the strongest survive…

A Heavenly God was transmigrated into a different world right after he died. After arriving in that world, he resides in the body of a handsome young man with a mechanical voice inside his head providing him with missions. It also kept on telling him to brew wine every single day.

Solver Keter, one of the Five Lunatics of Lawless City, regresses to when he was the illegitimate son of a doomed archery family.“If I regressed and couldn’t even save my family, I might as well go kill myself.”For my family? No, for my freedom!

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.