The King of the Battlefield - Chapter 261: The Transcendental Beings (6)

The weak scream till hoarse without anyone who cares.

The strong soft whisper with words deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

A burning skill tree, each leaf carrying a different spirit pattern. With his sect destroyed, Lu Ye, who was reduced to a mining s*ave, became a cultivator. He soon started to stir up the land of Kyushu.

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Park Geon-Woo is a professional bodyguard who leads the security team of one of the most well-respected congressmen in Korea, Kim Han-Gyo. However, after several twisted turns of fate, he is betrayed by the very man whom he respected the most.

As if fate would not stand for such a result, Geon-Woo is given an opportunity to return to the past to exact his revenge. But screw fate being on his side, he is not provided enough time to complete his return application form, resulting in him returning to the past in the body of a high school girl!

This is a gender bender story about a man who could be considered the epitome of manliness, turning into one of the most beautiful women in the country. He uses the new skill set that is forced onto him as best as he can to exact his revenge in a way that he had never expected to.

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People say, follow the destiny.

Traveling through time to become the despised descendant of the Shen family, the royal family gave him the proud daughter of heaven.

The proud daughter of heaven is pleased with the son of the Shen family, and the Shen family does not want to marry such a fairy.

Everyone said that this down-and-out young man should accept his fate, how could he climb up to heaven’s pride.

But even though it is called the destiny, it is not a human matter!

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…