Divine Beast Ascension - Chapter 116

After successfully reaching the Core Formation Stage and forming his Golden Core, Bai Langtian was betrayed by his own Master. His core was ripped from his body, and he was thrown off a mountain cliff into a valley full of demonic beasts.Thankfully, he survived the fall, and met his senior sister, Shangguan Yue Ling.She too had been betrayed by the same Master and pushed into this valley ten years ago. Ever since, she had been surviving alone by eating the corrupted flesh of demonic beasts.Now, Yue Ling revealed to Langtian a new path of cultivation:Demonic Cultivation.To reclaim his strength and take revenge, he must consume the flesh and essence of ten thousand demonic beasts.

Natasha Novak was a fairly known artist from an Earth devastated by pandemics. One day, she was playing an online game and falls off her chair as a moment of luck brightens her otherwise monotonous life, and dies of a stroke due to hitting her head.Reborn in Galeia, a world of magic, she sets out to explore this brand new planet and maybe find others like her. Join her and her companions as she faces a world with a culture alien to her, meets Gods, and takes part in adventures all over the globe.

Luca, killed by the Demon God, woke up to find himself back on the day the “Eternal Game” launched.At this time, the game has just started, and Earth hasn't turned into a monster's paradise; everything is back to the beginning.Determined not to let the tragedies of his previous life repeat, Luca, armed with ten years of gaming experience, re-enters the world of Eternal, only to awaken the unique SSS-level talent!Starting with maxed charm!As he enters the game, pondering how to enhance his strength.A cold voice suddenly calls out: “Adventurer, wait a moment...”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.