Nightmare Mythos - Chapter 195: Self Reflection

Cho Ryu Hyang was good at math from a young age. When he enrolled into the The Theoretical Maths and Martial Arts School, the teacher, Jo Gi Chun, recognized Cho Ryu Hyang’s talent immediately and took him in.

Marauders shot Yuan in the head and buried him in a ditch. They thought it would be enough to put him down. They were wrong.Rising from the dead by the will of the Gun, demigod of revenge and firearms, Yuan only has one goal in mind: track down his murderers across the Unmade World and slaughter every last one of them. With the bullet-core stuck in his skull marking him as a Gunsoul, he can finally teach these arrogant cultivators a lesson they’ll never forget.But revenge isn’t so easy to claim. To carve out a path through the wasteland, Yuan will have to face power-hungry sects, nuclear cultivators, and weapon-gods. Let them come. No one will bury him again.He’ll give them all a taste of Bullet Hell.

Cao Shaoyang was reborn as an ordinary high school senior with the same name and surname, with a net worth of nearly 100 million. He was a regular student with no special talents, except he was granted a “Godly Rich System” that randomly triggered rewards every time he spent money on women.The stepmom accompanying the studies, a saleswoman with a charming figure, the beautiful campus flowers, and her curvaceous and sexually attractive mother. There’s also a married woman on Douyin (TikTok) and a woman on Kuaishou (another Chinese short video app) showing off her figure!This is the story of a young man with an ordinary background who aspires to live a lavish life.While the married women are his true love, Cao Shaoyang occasionally doesn’t mind keeping a few young beauties around to relieve the pressures of life.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.