Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - Chapter 39: The World Of Cultivation, Is as Vast as the Skies and Seas!

【Mr. Lin Wife's Love Story】“Boss, in one minute, your wife has scratched a limited edition sports car while driving.” “What, has the wife been hurt?” “No.” “That's good, you can directly charge the expenses of the car to my account. In future, you will handle similar situations in the same way, as long as my wife isn't hurt herself.” Secretary: Boss, do you have any principles left?【Mr. Lin's Marriage Trick】“Nannan, as long as you marry me, you can still do what you like, go where you want, and I will handle all the house chores.” “Hm, sounds pretty good.”【Post-Marriage Complaints】After marrying, An Nan found that a certain man secretly sabotaged her work, reducing it by half, and whenever she wanted to go somewhere, that man conveniently had free time, thus killing her plans for romance in its cradle. Damn, with things like this, why did she even get married: “Lin Mubai, I want a divorce.”(This story doesn't involve any third or fourth parties, even if one or two pop-up sometimes, they are just cannon fodder)

He died on the wedding of the girl he had a crush on, after a long and successful career. After convincing Yama to send him back to the world, he decides to fix the areas in which his life went wrong. Realizing the lack of love and romance in his past life, he sets out to conquer the hearts of various women.

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Vicente, a renowned criminal in his time on Earth, dies during an escape when betrayed by one of his trusted associates.

However, this is not the end of Vicente's journey. Just when he thought he would die, he suddenly finds himself in a strange place, in a body different from his own.

Without understanding why or how, Vicente finds that, strangely, he has been reborn!

In his second chance, this time in a magical world full of possibilities impossible on Earth, he will follow a fantastic journey in search of the answers to his questions.

Meanwhile, he will use his own means to survive this new reality where, once again, he will suffer heavy losses!

Join Vincent on this new journey in his unique family with the old mafia ways!

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“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.