Dungeon of Niflheim - Chapter 527 - : Hard labour

Death, Depression, Poverty, Love issues – all things that a 27-year no-name writer faces.

“Ding! The first function is activated, and automatic training is turned on. The training speed is equal to the super evil!”

“Ding! The function upgrades, the training speed doubles, the function upgrades, the training speed doubles!”

“Ding! The second function is activated, turn on automatic martial arts…” “Ding! The third function is activated…”

Is it difficult to practice? I’m sorry that one day of cultivation is equivalent to decades of cultivation for you!

Is it difficult to practice? Sorry, I can easily learn countless exercises without doing anything!

Alchemy is difficult? I’m sorry that my pill will be moldy if I can’t finish it!

…

After Su Lang passed through, he obtained a one-click training system, which is getting stronger every second! From now on, sling everything, the world has no enemies!

Han Yun was spoiled from childhood.

He survived past his emperor dad and crown prince elder brother, and became an emperor.

He didn’t know how to govern the country, but he was lucky—there was a Grand Preceptor who “assisted” him, spoiling him even more than his father did.

After just a few years, this puppet emperor died. When he awakened, he had transmigrated into the modern world, becoming a third-rate model struggling alone without any loving parents.

Just when he thought he had become a little cabbage that nobody wanted and no one would ever spoil him again, a certain ancient monster of a Grand Preceptor who had lived 1,000 years appeared again… and looked to be doing quite well for himself.

The utterly impoverished little emperor had tears in his eyes: “Beloved subject! Zhen (royal We) have missed you so much!”

Grand Preceptor: “Your Majesty, this minister has waited for you for a thousand years.”

- Description from Novelupdates

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.