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...
Perpetual Energy
"We're not going through here," I received a typed message on my puppet monitor.
"How come?" I asked.
"That leads deeper into the bastion, we'll use the hatches over there," Tao Yang reminded me.
I was so focused on the Silver Rakshasa that I missed that.
"Right, let's head there then," I typed back and we slowly moved forward.
Thankfully, the rubber on our feet lasted just enough to reach the hatches before they ripened.
The hatches though weren't easy to open and were squeaking as they were being turned and twisted.
Some of the Rakshasa above us began moving, but seeing nothing but three metallic puppets next to a hatch was not worth their nap time so they just returned back to sleep.
The hatch thankfully opened up after a while.
I grabbed the administrator and placed him on my shoulders, it understood what I wanted to do and grabbed at my head to secure itself.