The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle - Chapter 4 - This is so interesting, take me to play.

In the current era, people are either normal or are with ‘special abilities’. Cases related to the latter are managed by the “National Anomaly Prevention and Control and Special Species Management Office”.
Qi Zheng Emperor Sheng Lingyuan was reawakened a thousand years later after he jumped off the fiery Red Lake. Xuan Ji, a newly transferred staff to the Reparations Division of the Deviant Control Office, finds himself having to clean up the mess of a revived tyrannical monarch. The two seemed to share something from the past, but unbeknownst to them, a big conspiracy is stirring right underneath their noses that could destroy the balance of the world.

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Thank you, people are in the ninja world, just got out of the hospital bed!

Surrounded by a group of people in black robes with frantic eyes, there is also a big gray back named Feiduan who is laughing wildly at him.

Just because he was the second “lucky person” who successfully “survived” and obtained the [immortal body] in this divine election ceremony.

Shinji Akagi is a little numb…

What made him even more depressed was that after the transformation, his body had no chakra, but he could no longer practice any ninjutsu.

This means that he will become the first undead to endure!

But the activation of a strange system brought a whole new change to his life.

Can’t learn ninjutsu?

small issue!

Here are all kinds of magic spells for you to choose from!

Crimson blood exercises, spirit spells, ten kinds of shadow spells… everything.

Wait a minute!

Why is there [Cursed Wind Cave]? !

Is this also a spell? ! ! !

Forget it, whatever, the field expands, and there are boundless spaces!

(New book, new book, please advise~)

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

In the waves of steam and machinery, who could achieve extraordinary? In the fogs of history and darkness, who was whispering? I woke up from the realm of mysteries and opened my eyes to the world.