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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...

Biako · Oriental
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Heaven Swapping Cauldron

My Divine Sense was working overtime as it was analyzing the pattern.

The entire tattoo was made of minuscule almost cell-sized metallic cubes that were positioned in the pattern to look like a circle.

Although it looks like a circle from the outside, the tattoo's material itself goes far deeper into the skin. It had depth to it.

"That's very interesting," I said.

Law decided to quiet down for a second. He understood that no matter how I explained it to him he wouldn't figure out how this tattoo works so he just kept watching.

"I'll be back," I said to Law and headed into one of the chambers of the Ship where I stored something I needed.

I brought back a fist-sized cube with a lens on top of it. This was something I created when I had spare time.

A holographic computer of sorts, though this is far too unconventional to call it a computer.

This was a holographic projector based on the guiding system I made for my tungsten bullet.