Maxed Out My Passive Skill Due to My Laziness - Chapter 7

Qin Ming transmigrated to a Cultivation World, but without a Golden Finger, his mediocre talent led to his abandonment by the family. He was ordered to participate in the Sect's pioneering recruitment task and became a low-level Spirit Farmer.Every day, he faced a harsh cultivation environment, survival was difficult, and the pressure was immense.Until one day, he returned from the fields and discovered that what he harvested was a bit different.[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Entry]: Weak Magical Power (Harvestable)From then on, he steadily managed and worked hard on farming, finally becoming a top figure.A great chaos erupted in the Immortal Realm, and everyone was dumbfounded.“Is this the kind of power a Spirit Farmer should have?!”“Revealing the truth, I'm just a farmer...”

Jin a high school sophomore, died in an accident only to find himself being Reincarnated inside Fantasy-Action Game he wanted to play. But there is a catch, he was not reborn as a Hero but instead a Villain.Worse, Jin doesn't known the full story of the Game. He only memorize a certain part of it from his friend's mouth and he doesn't know his own fate. How he became a Villain? Or how he would meet his end?Will he lay low, avoiding any event and disaster, then live comfortable life? Or defy his own destiny and carve his own path to survival?In a World where choices determine everything, what would he had to do to survive?[World Quest Opened][World Quest: Prevent the Tragedy]Quest progress: 0%Reward: ???Penalty: Death

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.