Inner Voice: All Heroines Hear My Inner Voice - Chapter 617: Eiji’s friend, Hachiman

Reincarnated with major advantages selected in haste. The new world is vast and hostile...a world almost infinite in scope. Essentially a Dyson Sphere created by magic and sustained by magic. A World Sphere. Can the MC delve into the mysteries of the sphere?

Lin Fan awakens to a world where chaos reigns, stripped of family, status, and safety. But within the turmoil, he discovers a powerful secret—the Beast Abilities system in his mind.With every threat he eliminates, he earns vengeance points, enabling him to level up his physiques.From the humble Wild Rabbit’s ability—[Rabbit's Hearing], [Swift Foot], [Magnificent Leap]—to the ruthless strength of the Wolf—[Hunter Instincts], [Iron Claws], [Leader of the Pack]—and the Ape’s raw power—[Climb Trees], [Strong Arms], [Inhale Qi]—Lin Fan hones his skills with every battle.Years later, as the feared grand master of a prestigious sect, he looks back in wonder. Who would have believed that his rise to greatness began with the unassuming gifts of a wild rabbit.

I woke up in my sleep, and a strange door appeared in my home…Behind every door is a strange world.

In the nightmare world, Jiang Cheng added the news from the strong man to the fat man, and he almost cried when he heard the latter, “If you die here, the whole family will stand upside down and bleed?”

“Is such that.”

“Then I don’t think you are too scared?” The fat man widened his eyes.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and said in a very formal tone: “Because I am an orphan.”

- Description from novelbuddy

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.