Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration - Chapter 809 - 809 Facing the Calamity (1)

C-class mercenary. Started as a No Class, possessing nothing.

13 years of survival in the depths of the ditches.

I’ve managed to return to the beginning, but…

The number one cunning female spy transmigrates into an extraordinary female dimwit.Upon waking up, she faces a series of blows: family downfall, loss of power, and facial disfigurement.To protect her family, she acquires a magic book, gains exceptional skills, and summons a mystical beast legion.Watch as she transforms into a demon on the unfamiliar fantasy continent, rises to the peak again, captivating all the world's heroes and making them bow down.Dat Fuz's new book “The Divine Doctor Abandoned Girl: The Ghost Emperor's Beast Taming Consort” is in full swing, more exciting than “Divine Doctor Crazy Consort” and “Genius Demon Consort.” Come and support us!

The Jiuzhou Continent contains an era of chaos and fiendish demons, haunted by mysterious beings and fraught with feuding martial families, demonic sacred grounds, and endless struggles between various powers. Conflict is a constant throughout the world.Within such darkness, Gu Chen opened his eyes to this reality.At the same time, he discovered that as long as he slew these fiendish demons and ghosts, his cultivation strength could continually elevate.Killing a Panic Level Demon yields a decade's worth of cultivation.Slaying a Ghost Level Fiendish Ghost brings thirty years of cultivation....Eventually, one day, staring at the endless swarm of fiendish demons and world-renowned grandmasters in his path, Gu Chen chuckled lightly, “Are you able to withstand this fist of mine, charged with 1600 years of cultivation?”

A fourth chance at life. The last chance.Zarek remembered when he first experienced the Godsfall Apocalypse. Those tears of red and sparkling rouge that split the skies, opening up one dangerous realm after another.That feeling of helplessness had been palpable, heavy... suffocating. It hung above his head like a guillotine, an edge graced by death's kiss...He grinned at it.One last ride, no Talents left on his stat screen, and nothing but a dull machete and his girl by his side. What was a better thrill than that?How could he possibly fail a fourth time?Unfortunately, there were others. Other Rebirthers. Some that might have been on their last attempt just like him, or some that still had more to give to this cruel world.None of it mattered, though. He had planned everything out meticulously, each life playing its own role.He would come out on top this time. How could he not?He was Zarek Ashborn.