Skyrim: A Sorcerer's Tale - Chapter 18 - VII: Scorch

This was the apocalypse. Humanity was at the brink of extinction, all resources were exhausted, and the entire world was in ruins.

Just then, enormous, mysterious black towers appeared in various locations across the globe.

Inside the towers, there were huge amounts of resources. The greater the number of floors of the towers, the more resources it contained. However, corresponding to that, there were also more powerful beasts protecting them.

The only way for one to obtain what he desires is to become stronger and defeat them.

As such, at the demand of the Global Federal Government, teenagers who are of age have to go to the towers to awaken their talents.

Liu yan, who had transmigrated here, awakened the SSS-rank talent: “God-tier Extraction.”

Extract the impurities, and increase the power level of his equipment.

Extract the beasts, and obtain resources to level up.

Until one day, he realized that he could extract the stats and talents of other people…

This marked the beginning of Liu yan’s journey of endless harvesting.

“In a land far to the east, there exists a strange store that has rejected a three Michelin star rating multiple times.

Warden wakes up in a wilderness with a hole in his mind, deprived of all his memories. Lost, he found within himself an aptitude for combat and magic.On happenstance, he rescues a pair of youths and an entire village, pushing him into a renowned academy of mages and warriors alike to become a teacher.Warden adventures across the divided land of Ezim, determined to unravel the mysteries of his past. However, the task becomes incredibly hazardous when his own path—the ruinous power of Void that runs through his veins—holds a connection to the Traitor Gods, who threaten to cast their shadow upon the world once more.

After a brutal day on the construction site,Jaxon collapsed onto his cot with nothing but sore muscles, a cheap dinner, and a phone in hand. Out of boredom, he picked up one of those mindless urban web novels—complete with arrogant young masters, all-powerful protagonists, and women falling in love every other chapter.“Who writes this garbage?” he muttered, tossing his phone aside and cursing the story, the characters, and the plot that made no damn sense.Then he woke up inside it.Not as the protagonist.Not even as comic relief.He’s the villain—the arrogant heir of a wealthy family destined to be publicly humiliated, slapped down by the protagonist over and over again.