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The dojo rests on Yunzhong Mountain, nestled among halls and open fields. Beneath the ginkgo tree in quiet hours, I gaze at the distant dust and drifting clouds. I till the soil, the sound of springs echoing in the air, Forge swords by the fire's glow, sustained by the land and the whims of fate. The passing of winters is but a distant thought. When turmoil calls, I descend the mountain to witness the joys and sorrows of the world. Injustice stirs within, though I reveal it not. At my waist, a gourd brimming with wine, behind me, a sword's cold gleam. Not for fame, nor wealth, But to live freely, as a spirit unbound.

I found myself drawn into a game I had never encountered before. What I thought was a top-tier RPG consumed thirty years of my life. As a war hero, I retired, envisioning a leisurely existence in my twilight years. But to my surprise, it turned out to be an academy story?

A Wizard who transmigrated in Marvel Not Mine it's a Translation...If you want to read raw you can go and find it on browser. I don't have any permission to upload it.... I'm uploading it here because i want to....so please don't be a bitch and comment that "you don't have permission and whatnot" i don't give a fuck.

--- **ATTENTION: THIS IS NOT MY WORK, AND I AM NOT MAKING ANY MONEY FROM IT. THE ONLY REASON I'M POSTING THIS HERE IS THAT I LOVE THE ORIGINAL, BUT ITS TRANSLATION ISN'T THAT GREAT.** --- "Is the strongest ability in the world one that must be actively wielded?" "Wrong! It's a passive skill." "A passive skill? What does that even mean?" "A passive skill is an ability that's always in effect, an instant and unseen killer move that no one anticipates—your ultimate trump card, known only to the dead!" "Could you explain it more simply?" "Think of breathing, strength, perception... It's second nature." "Heh, that's all?" With a single slash, Xu Xiaoshou tore through the galaxy, leaving the world in awe. "..." "And this is what's called a passive skill?" "Indeed. Mastery in swordsmanship."

Harry has found himself in a pickle... He's nearly dead. Then an angel walks into his hospital room, wanting to watch him die. Stranger things have happened to him, so who is he to judge? Obviously not my work....i'm uploading it here because i like it so wanted to share I don't have the permission for uploading it because Author has disabled his PM if not i woud have asked for permission so don't comment how i have not permission or whatnot Original:https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9726620/1/Angel-On-My-Shoulder

Li Xuan found himself thrust into a new era without any futuristic aids or systems, forcing him to settle in a quaint mountain village. However, fate took a curious turn when he was mistaken for a hidden martial arts master and was reluctantly compelled to assume the role of a mentor. Despite his integrity, Li Xuan hesitated to deceive others and initially refused, yet the allure of the offer proved too tempting to resist. Reluctantly, he concocted a makeshift set of training methods to appease his eager students—much to his surprise, they flourished under his guidance! Witnessing his students' remarkable transformation, Li Xuan was dumbfounded: "I improvised those techniques—how could they lead to successful cultivation? What manner of prodigies have I stumbled upon?!" In that moment, the Golden Finger phenomenon materialized: "Your students' dedication to your improvised techniques has directly empowered you, elevating your prowess to unimaginable heights within the same realm!"