The Farming Livestreamer: I Don't Want to Inherit Billions! - Chapter 301: A Huge Misunderstanding

I was summoned to a ruined world and received the ability to create various things. Since I don’t have a house to live in I will make a house. Since people are gathering at my house I will make a town. Since the town is being attacked by monsters I will make the strongest weapon and repel them. Using my infinitely charging magic power I will remake this world as I please.

Aldrich was just an ordinary delivery guy living an ordinary life until the day everything went wrong.After a tragic accident left him in a deep coma, doctors declared him dead. But one man refused to accept it, a scientist obsessed with breaking the line between life and death. He injected Aldrich with a mysterious serum designed to connect both body and soul to something beyond this world.And it worked.Aldrich’s soul was pulled into a realm known as Kodesh = The Holy Land, a world where the dead awaken with powers and are called Gifters. But there was a problem. The body he reincarnated into… had already been buried. Whoever this man was, his story ended long ago.Now, trapped in a stranger’s dead body and armed with only fragments of memory, Aldrich must uncover the mystery behind his vessel’s death while surviving a world ruled by divine powers, dangerous clans, and gods that still whisper through the wind.When his soul fused completely with the body, Aldrich was granted a divine system The Library of the Bookkeeper, an ancient ability said to hold the knowledge of a thousand powers.Each page he opens brings him closer to understanding this world… and the secret reason he was chosen.[Author Notes]please support with powerstones/Golden Tickets, they help suggest to new readers to give this a try. thankyouAnd Remember I’m a very interactive author, so don’t hesitate to ask anything if there is.

Su Yu, who was idly passing his days in a third-tier university, ended up in a terrifying unknown forest due to the “Sinkhole” incident. His school collapsed into the “sinkhole”. The forest was filled with various terrifying mutations, which started, right in his hands.

[ Late check-ins accepted. Abyss residues surcharges apply. ]The Last Neutral Inn, a small establishment run by a retired man named Aldous. He serves good soup, honest tea, and the only guaranteed neutral ground between the mortal world and the Abyss.He used to change the world. He doesn't do that anymore, but he has opinions about bread. He will share them.In a place where exiled gods need somewhere to sleep, demon courts require neutral venues for negotiations they can't afford to lose, and abyssal entities older than civilization occasionally need a simple word with someone who won't panic, Aldous runs the only establishment that qualifies. His guests aren't only human. His inn shouldn't exist. The Abyss stops exactly at his property line, which nobody has satisfactorily explained.Aldous makes soup. He fixes the stairs. He files the paperwork.He is no hero. No king. He runs an inn.The question nobody had the courage to ask yet is why.