A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World - Chapter 244: Aftermath.

After avenging her brother, Xie Liangchen felt unburdened. Though she now owed a favor, she believed that with death, all debts would vanish like a snuffed candle.But as thunder roared, she found herself back at the tender age of fourteen. Beside her, Marquis Xuanwei had yet to develop the formidable and menacing presence he once had.Xie Liangchen was about to feign ignorance...Song Xian, with a slight lift of his eyes and a glimmer in his gaze, spoke in a deep voice: “Trying to shirk your debt?”“Didn't you say, 'Marquis, your great kindness will be repaid in another life, even if I must become an ox or a horse?'”Song Xian, who was on the verge of reaching the pinnacle of success, was abruptly pulled back to his nineteen-year-old self by Xie Liangchen's shocking revelation—Is this repayment of kindness or revenge?A powerful alliance with dual rebirths, overflowing pampering, and a thrilling tale of empowerment.

Reincarnated with major advantages selected in haste. The new world is vast and hostile...a world almost infinite in scope. Essentially a Dyson Sphere created by magic and sustained by magic. A World Sphere. Can the MC delve into the mysteries of the sphere?

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.