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One Wish to Own the World

"I wish to have the highest intelligence possible, an intelligence that would allow me to perceive and thoroughly understand everything I see, even if superficially and only once, to the fullest, including strong points, weak points, and how to overcome them." Due to a mistake made by God, Ken is born with every type of perfect memory, but without anything else - he is weak, sickly, stupid, and unwanted. However, there was a saving grace - he made a friend, Leo. Leo would talk to him about hypothetical situations like what to say in case a genie granted him one wish. When Ken dies and God offers him one wish for his next life as compensation for his previous mistake, Ken simply recites Leo's words and is sent to the cultivation world. There, he slowly learns that he is the only one he can trust. Armed with the special remaining Godly Qi from his reincarnation and with the ability to learn and improve techniques and manuals easily, even creating his own original cultivation path, he cultivates with the goal of standing at the top of the world, even if it takes leaving his moral code behind. Follow Ken in his journey as he lie, blackmail, murder, rob, poison, and manipulate others to achieve his goals! ----- DISCLAIMER: The god in the story is completely random and made up, and is not the particular god of any religion existing today in the real world. This god only exists in the imaginary world of my story. Join my Discord server! https://discord.gg/ad64bjZXMm

Railvas · 奇幻
分數不夠
387 Chs

Chapter 184 – Once a Slave, Always a Slave

'This room… has no splendor.'

Ken raised his eyebrows in disappointment from the plain room. On second thought it made sense, as there was no reason to make a prison cell dazzling.

Looking around him, he found a room made of stone, not different by any means from the many stone rooms he entered in the secret realm. It was almost a theme in the secret realm. A grey and boring theme.

The room was rather small; it was a squared room, four meters long and four meters wide. In the middle rested a large coffin made of wood, inscribed with many long, complicated runes that Ken could not read.

'So this is a ninth-grade coffin. High-grade coffins actually must be much more common than I think; the strongest and richest cultivators in the world probably buy high-grade coffins to protect their corpses after they die.'