Sword of Dawnbreaker - Chapter 226 - A Boss Sneaked In

Tong, a sinner who was suffering endless torment in hell because of his mistake he had done in his previous life, was giving other chance to redeem himself by the devil.

This is a world where the ancient deities had died, and demons are born from the dark.This is a world where martial arts are common, and they’re divided into nine-class, where the highest class leads to the world of immortals.Zhou Heng transmigrated to this place and became an apprentice in a normal martial arts school. He practiced martial arts hard and at the same time, worked hard for a living.One day, when he was practicing martial arts, he heard this voice.“You’re practicing martial arts hard. Your level of proficiency has increased by 1.”“You’re practicing martial arts hard. Your level of proficiency has increased by 3.”“Congratulations! Since you have been martial arts nonstop, triggered ‘Heavenly Reward’. Your understanding toward martial arts has increased exponentially. Your level of proficiency has increased by 10.”“Congratulations! You’ve reached perfection for the martial arts! You received a Lucky Bag.”“You opened the Lucky Bag! You’re so lucky! You obtained Solo Nine Swords!”“You opened the Lucky Bag! You’re so lucky! You obtained Celestial Globe Appraisal!”“You opened the Lucky Bag! You’re so lucky! You obtained Gold Origin Medal!”

He was very happy to be reborn, but why was he sixteen again, he can’t bear to look back at that time.

Why does he return to being sixteen years old, yet still meet Doomsday?

It’s alright to encounter the end of the world, so why did he have to fall in love with someone?

Even if he falls in love with another person, why did it have to be a man?

Falling in love with a man is also alright, so why did it need to be a secret one-sided love?

Even a secret and unrequited love is alright, so why is that man his….

- Description from Novelupdates

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.