The Cunning Treasure Hunter - Chapter 110: The First Young Master’s Grief

“How the hell is this possible?”Dead and betrayed in the snow with the rest of his squadron, Mikhail is surprised to find himself regressed in time.What's worse was that he had no idea how or why he regressed as his memories at the time of death were completely gone.With his element of Oath -the power to make vows in exchange for power- also now messed up, Squadron Leader Mikhail Hendrix must now navigate through this changed storyline with no clues at his disposal.He needs to try his best to keep his squadron alive in this dangerous world of gods and magic, all the while figuring about his regression and the woman.

Galio, valiant reincarnate, is on his last life before he is allowed to take the hand of the beautiful Goddess, Tallia. Four hundred and ninety-nine lives worth of knowledge is given to him as a reward, along with the world he reincarnates to.

A world only known by women, where the concept of man had never existed, and the world is made up of twelve islands holding twelve primary races. These women have never known childbirth, periods, or the leer of a man.

Galio will enter this world filled with wonders that only men would ever dream about, but he has no memories. He will have to make his way, helping some along the way to help grow his Karma System.

Get ready for an R-rated journey of epic proportions and women of all shapes, races, breeds, and sizes! From Angels that moan heavenly melodies to the nine-foot-tall Amazons with weaves between their legs, and so much more!

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.

What if life could be repeated?

But he became the clan uncle who was once called a lunatic?

Alas, wearing open-crotch pants in front of me, crawling on the ground, is it my two-year-old self?

I originally wanted to give my former self more New Year’s money, but I never thought that I would go from a braised pork stall to a food giant, from a small factory to an industrial empire.

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