My Celestial Ascension - Chapter 869: Commander Ragnar

One day, unfortunate news flew all the way to the Mage’s City. The mage, Solar Xing Ayra’s, entire family had been killed in an accident. Thus, he must now become the next Lord of the Solar family. The childhood home he returned to felt unfamiliar and strange. He barely managed to conduct a funeral with advisors that regarded him with suspicion. After fainting from various stressors, he woke up and… “Hello, Master. Nice to meet you!” ^o^ From now on, I’ll be the cute GM spirit fulfilling Master’s dreams: ‘Adventuring the world!’, ‘Fun estate management!’ I’m so happy to be with Master from now on, yay! “Enter a name ______” … What is this pebble-like spirit that calls me ‘Master’? No matter how you look at it–these level-up quests and these system windows…they were similar to a game’s user interface from his previous life. What is this… thing that seems more suited to modern civilization? Reminiscing on the games he had longed to play, Ayra worked hard on the quests. And, slowly, he also began exploring the territory. However, the territory… [D-234 days until the fall of the Solar estate.] “There are 234 days left till ruin…?” Alright, let’s start with the coronation ceremony. Things will work out somehow.

Dave couldn't help but chuckle at the mess he was stuck in. He was lying under the shade of a tree, one of his hands was missing, one of his legs was broken, and most of his torso was melted by acid. He is going to die, a very slow and ruthless death.In his last moments, he could not help but be reminiscent of the life before this stupid game. He was a cook, living in a small town. He lived a pretty typical life at that time. But all of that changed, when was kidnapped on the way to his home. He was kidnapped by the same gods whose existence was nothing more than a piece of fiction for him.He was thrown into another dimension and forced into a game called R3T or Race to the Top. The game itself was pretty simple, every player had to cross the 9 worlds comprising this dimension, and the first one to cross the 9th world would be given a very special reward. Any wish winner would be granted by the Gods.Furthermore, Gods would entice players in joining their familia, with the promise of power to survive in this dangerous world. But joining the familia only bounded players in shackles. Players were meant to be puppets of Gods, cheap soldiers that they use to fight amongst themselves…But he stayed true to his path, he didn't care about fights amongst gods nor did he care about winning. He just wanted his freedom, he wanted to get back to his normal life. As he laid under the tree, slowing dying, it seemed to him that it was too much to ask forDINGThe God Hater has given you his helping hand. Will you take it?Y/NSeeing the message he smiled. Now it seems that this isn't the end of his journey.

A poor and bereaved medical student rescued an injured black dog from a busy road, but the black dog bit him and gave him a clinic—the Sky Clinic. If he didn’t pay the rent on time, his life would be cut short.

In order to survive, how would Ning Tao, a new cultivator, earn the good and evil value to offset the rent? What kind of bizarre and inconsistent things that were beyond his imagination would continue to happen to him? As a person between good and evil, he must keep himself balanced. How would he enhance his cultivation in the ordinary yet fantastic urban life?

This was a story of an ordinary young man who cured people while praising virtue and punishing vice.

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In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...