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Lin Qi transmigrates to a world of immortals. In this world, there are sword immortals who can behead a person from a thousand miles away, peerless great demons who burn mountains and boil the seas, and ancient gods and devils who can divine the heavenly secrets. As a disciple in charge of miscellaneous chores in the Skysword Sect, Lin Qi doesn't have any cultivation talent. A hundred years had passed in a flash, and seeing that he has nothing to do with such a great world, Lin Qi is incomparably depressed. Just as he is about to die of old age, he suddenly awakens a cultivation system. Unlocked One-Click Cultivation System: Limitless cultivation speed boost, one major realm per second! Unlocked One-Click Technique Practicing System: Cultivation technique instantly maxed out. Cultivate 10,000 techniques at the same time! Unlocked One-Click Clone System: 100% of the actual body's strength. Can self-destruct, can teleport, can fuse! As a result, Lin Qi begins to cultivate again with his hundred-year-old body, becoming invincible under the heavens.

What do you call a world that went Hell? An Apocalypse. What do you call reviving in a game? Respawning. What do you call a man who can Respawn in an Apocalypse? A BUG an Immortality Hack or a Cheat!!! This is a story about an the world turning into a Game Like Apocalypse and our MC Li Xin coming back from the future and being able to do something others aren't able to do. Which is Respawn! The undying man will show the world what he can do with his BUGGED skill of Immortality!

(AN: I haven't read the books, and have only a vague understanding of the book adaption and Canon version of Game of thrones, House of dragon and the whole history of the world. Do not expect me to know every cause I don't, I've written this because of my sudden interest in the World and The house of Targaryen. Hopefully, With the help of my OC and my research I'll make up for it.) Mishaps, deaths and events have made house Targaryen slowly lose their power after the death of King Jaehareys First of his name. Many Lords are wondering what will become of the now new to be king. Viserys Targaryen. In the years to come, House Targaryen will forever be changed. Dragons will die. Family Members will be murdered. Castles and homes will be torched. All over a selfish, greedy and in general, messed up inbred House dispute over the Iron Throne. Yet, with the Dark and Glim future looming over the horizon, came a new bright shine of light. In 88 AC, after miraculously surving four years prior. Lady Alyssa, Wife of Baelon Targaryen, gave birth for the fourth time on a Eery, misty Dragonstone to her Third Son. Aegor Targaryen. Like every Dragon before and after him, the baby came with his birthright of silver-golden hair representing his Royal Blood. This is the Tale of Aegor Targaryen, The Quiet Dragon.

he! After crossing the Pirate World, the infinite lottery system was awakened! he! Open the novice spree! Directly learn the six navy styles and reach full level instantly! Easily abuse Qiwuhai! he! At the beginning, I drew Kuchiki Byakuya's Zanpakuto Senbonzakura in the plane of death! After the swastika, the three major generals were abused in an instant! he! It even possesses the abilities of multiple devil fruits at the same time! Even the world government is afraid of it! he! That god-like strength can't be matched by the Four Emperors Alliance! And he! Known as the god of death Lin Tian by everyone! And the pirate group he formed is also called the symbol of "unknown" by the world! who is he? ! His legendary story will be revealed for you in this book!

Transmigrated in to Harry Potter's body at the age of 7. Might have major changes to the story plot of the movies So please do enjoy [Harry Potter Universe] Donation : https://www.paypal.me/SibongileIviwe

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling