Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World - Chapter 343: An Audience with the King

Within a quiet and majestic pavilion, Xuan Hao slowly opened his eyes bewildered, time passed and he had quietly come to terms with his situation. He had transmigrated into a fantasy world as an elder of the Flying Sword Sect.

He was even an expert at the Nascent Soul Realm, who had the power to easily destory an entire city with a wave of his hand.
Most importantly, he had a system, but it kept wanting him to train up disciples.

«What now! I already trained up a few Celestial Immortals, what more do you want out of me? Can’t you just give me some random cultivation method that magically allows my disciples to become immortals within a few weeks?»

[Have 4 disciples achieve godhood]

[Reward: Cultivation Increase of 1 major realm]

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After losing his parents to an accident, Haruto is thrust into a state of depression. Realizing he never had the power to change things, he eventually took his own life. Before moving on, he’s selected by beings greater than his understanding to balance out a world suddenly facing peril. The world of Mordell, where demon-like creatures and beasts roam, and Guilds of ability users called Warlords are the force to combat these creatures. Armed with the power to change things, he has the choice. Continue living in despair or accept his second chance and become a true Warlord.

Reborn as a sister of a villain with no blood or tears in a war-fiction novel. Anyway, that guy, who plays ‘my brother’ role, is a villain who will be sealed by the Main Lead after losing the war. So I just need to pretend to be his little sister until he disappears. No, at least that’s how I think … ‘Something in your right hand, is that the main lead’s head?’ My brother won the war. *** “What’s with the suitcase?” “Yes?” At the tip of Dietrich’s long finger, there was a package that I had wrapped up as soon as he left for the battlefield. “I asked what it is.” “It’s, It’s a travel bag, brother.” “Travel? Alone?” Dietrich’s dark eyes glistened. The man who had just returned from victory had a strange smell of blood from mu*der. “Will you leave me?”