I Can Merge Techniques - Chapter 122 - 102: We... Actually Killed an Entering the Realm of Strength Expert?

Life is unpredictable. Her husband loved her stepsister, deposed her as Empress and even forced her son to death. In that Cold Palace, she was forced to drink poisonous wine. So in the next lifetime, she made a promise to never do good deeds and help others, to never step into the palace and to never become the Empress!

What happens when you realise that in a world of pill popping murderhobo young masters, the true path to cultivation is by making a whole lot of drugs?Let's find out.What to expect?- A lot of spirit animals and pokemon references about them!- Grenades! Nukes! EXPLOSIONS!- Life and Death cultivation stuff- Alchemy Drugs- Far too many memes

Transmigrating into a parallel world, a Mystic Technique Master becomes Su Nian—the young lady of a prestigious family.Su Nian has a small goal, which is to earn one hundred million through live streaming!A love-brained young lady says,“My boyfriend loves me so much. He won’t even let me lift a finger!”Su Nian smiles sweetly.“Sweetie, I suggest you check your storage room. Your dear boyfriend is hiding a human head in there~”The eldest daughter who has been mistreated for years at home cries,“Ever since we were kids, my parents have always favored my younger sister. Now they even want me to marry the cripple from the neighboring village. We’re both their daughters—why is the difference so huge?!”Su Nian tilts her head.“Sweetie, I suggest you get a DNA test.”A cheating scumbag who’s juggling two relationships panics,“My wife and my girlfriend disappeared overnight. I suspect my wife killed my girlfriend!”Su Nian reassures him calmly.“Sweetie, don’t worry. They just went abroad together for a sweet vacation.”One day, while Su Nian is happily live streaming, a notification suddenly pops up in her room:[International CEO requests to connect]Su Nian looks at the screen and says sincerely,“Sweetie, you’re about to become completely broke—without a single penny to your name.”The live stream explodes!“Is this the legendary man whose wealth rivals a nation?”“Richest Man, run! This woman’s mouth is blessed!”“Richest Man, feel free to go bankrupt. We’ll definitely miss you…”

“Failed writer. Failed hunter. Failed at life.”Aiden Jus had heard it all before. At twenty-eight, he was a walking reminder of what happened when you failed your mana awakening and spent thirteen years chasing a dream that would never come true. No powers. No future. Just a cramped flat in the UK and a lifetime of rejection letters from publishers who never bothered to read past the first page.But the day Aiden decided to give up on writing—the day he was ready to finally accept a soul-crushing desk job at an editing firm—everything changed.*[You have been chosen by Nabu, God of Literacy and Scribes]**[Skill Acquired: Narrative Embodiment (Divine-Rank)]*The ancient Mesopotamian deity offered Aiden something unprecedented: the power to physically enter any story he writes and gain real abilities from the fictional worlds he creates.*[You have mastered Celestial Blade Art - Skill permanently acquired]**[You have learned Tier-9 Spell: Void Severance - Spell permanently acquired]*Every sword technique mastered, every spell learned, every power gained inside his stories becomes permanently his in the real world. But so does every death trap, overpowered villain, and narrative cruelty he carelessly wrote in moments of frustration.Suddenly, Aiden isn't just a failed writer anymore. While other awakened humans rely on mana cores and dungeon raids, Aiden's strength comes from the worlds born from his imagination—a power that operates outside the traditional hunter system entirely.As rival gods compete for powerful human contractors and ancient ruins promise unimaginable treasures, Aiden must survive the deadly fictional universes he created while building his reputation in a society that once dismissed him as worthless.**From the typewriter to the battlefield, Aiden Jus will prove that the pen truly is mightier than the sword—as long as you're willing to live through every word you write.**