I created my own system - Chapter 214 Artifacts

The height of his career, and it all came crashing down for Scotty. Due to a reactor incident, he dies, and transmigrates to the world of DxD with a Fusion system! As well as a couple more gifts from the Goddess.“I've never had a girlfriend, but now that I'm here, that's probably going to change whether I want it to or not.”***Chapters are LONG! So don't get scared off by the lack of them!***This will be a slow-burn to power and romance. My goal is to make scenes and characters come alive. So don't expect immediate gratification or a super quick rise to power.Updates will not be consistent, but I'll try to get them out when I can.If you want to donate anything, feel free. But I never expect anything for something that I enjoy as a [email protected]/RassenReaper

A former police officer dies and is longing for a quiet and peaceful life away from the chaos. Reborn in a new world, he must navigate strange lands, unexpected challenges, and a chance at the slow life he always dreamed of, if he can survive long enough to enjoy it.

This world has Fox Fairies, River Gods, Water Monsters, Great Demons and Cultivators who seek immortality.

As part of the imperial family, every move by Chu Yuan in this game of chess is made with apprehension, fearing that with a moment of inattentiveness, the whole match will be lost in a single move. Ascending to the throne at eighteen, not half a year passes before civil strife erupts in Yun Nan. Though the thoughts of the old guard at the imperial court are not exactly identical, they are all waiting to see how the new emperor will put an end to this. Unexpectedly, before this side could make a move, a few thousand miles away, the King of Xi Nan, Duan Bai Yue, had already personally commanded troops to attack in all directions; not half a year had passed when peace was restored. Sparse moonlight shines into the palace; Chu Yuan stamped the wax seal himself, and had a secret letter sent urgently to Yun Nan 800 miles away — this time, what must we(1) give in exchange? Brush marks passed through the back of the paper; it almost can be seen, when writing this line, how angry the young emperor was. Duan Bai Yue spread out a piece of paper unhurriedly, replying with only one word. You.