Reincarnated With A System In A Cultivation World
Fate is weird. Of all the people in the world, why would it select me to send to a different world? And what is it trying to do? Put up a show by giving me a system? But oh well, what do I care. The previous owner of this body was a cripple and looked down on, but now I can slap their faces with my system. Young masters? Get out of my way! Princes? Geniuses? Oh please. I have a system. That does not mean anything to me. I know that I am not the greatest. But fate gave me a cheat system, and I am not wasting it. I am going to do whatever it takes to conquer this world. Fate forced me to do this. It isn’t my fault if I cause some ruin on the way. Note - In the few months that this has been up, I noticed that many readers complain that the MC is stupid and dumb. That is how he is at the beginning. He is skeptical. He does not believe that he is reincarnated. But as the story progresses, you can see that he develops and adapts. I hope that you can get till there. WPC #254 Bronze Prize Winner Trending All-time monthly Ranking Goal Top 100 = 4 Bonus Chapters at the end of the month Top 50 = 5 Bonus Chapters at the end of the month Top 25 = 10 Bonus Chapters at the end of the month If you like a relatable MC, with a little humor and overpowered stats, as well as a good story line with a little romance, then this is the novel for you. Events will transpire in first person. Support me by voting with powerstones Extra support at - https://www.patreon.com/jdbeue Discord - https://discord.gg/Q9MAzwrS8B
Hong Family
It was a dark and musty hall. Carvings of dragons, phoenixes, and other mythical beasts were plastered on the walls.
The hall was huge. It went forward about fifty feet, and was vast enough to house thousands of people.
There was a seven feet wide corridor that bordered the entire hall, and beyond that, in the center of the hall, were thrones. True thrones decorated this hall.
Each throne was exquisitely crafted. Carvings that depicted stories of warriors, of beasts that defied the heavens, and of a singular man rising above all else.
Every single throne had a different story, and every single throne was probably as expensive as the throne's weight in gold.
But what made each of them worth more were the jewels that plastered them. They were not just shining crystals that reflected light that shone upon them. They were monster cores that shone brightly on their own.