Poison God's Heritage
"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
Steam City
The Suns kept thinking about it for a while and then the Dusking Sun Jumped in. "This, thing of yours, how many do you have?" he asked.
"About a hundred thousand give or take," I said.
He scratched his chin and said, "Not enough, not nearly enough to cover a good spatial foothold, we need more… How many can you produce within one month time?" he asked.
"If fully focused on it, about three million," I said.
"That can barely cut it, within a month it should be when the Endless Night arrives," the Dusking Sun said.
"Then get to work and start making them," the Cryptic Sun interjected.
When he said that I understood what the Dusking Sun wanted, he baited the Cryptic Sun into saying those words and trapped him for me. Good man.
"Why?" I replied, "Am I getting paid for it?" I frowned.