God Ash: Remnants of the fallen. - Chapter 672: As the light fades (1).

Just because she glanced at him once more in the crowd, she inexplicably “seduced” Capital's young Mr. Peary. So—“Uncle, I'm stuck at the police station.” Soon, a large group of black-clad, gun-holding people stormed into the police station, nearly blowing it sky-high.“Uncle, someone says she is your wife and told me to take good care of her.” In an instant, the woman disappeared, and a certain man physically demonstrated to her that he only has one wife.In public, he is the cold and ruthless CEO of MC. In private, he is a rogue husband who tries every means to coax her into bed.One day, a certain woman couldn't stand it any longer, clutching her waist and sobbing, “You're sleeping in the study tonight.”The man hooked his lips, “You seduced me first, you proposed to me, you wanted to have a child...”

Jian Chen, the publicly recognized number one expert of the Jianghu. His skill with the sword went beyond perfection and was undefeatable in battle, After a battle with the exceptional expert Dugu Qiubai who had gone missing over a hundred years ago, Jian Chen succumbed to his injuries and died.

After death, Jian Chen’s spirit was transmigrated into a completely foreign world. Following an extremely fast growth, his enemies piled up one after another before becoming gravely injured once more.

On the gates of death, his spirit had mutated, and from that moment henceforth, he would tread on a completely different path of the art of the sword to become the sword god of his generation.

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[Loading choices…]-Ding![(1) Respond to the bald teacher with:“Whether I sleep or not has nothing to do with you. No matter what I do, my future is still brighter than the light shining upon your bald head!”(Reward: God-Level Hair Stylist)][(2) Look at the bald teacher’s bald head, sneer, and sleep again.(Reward: God-Level Driving)][(3) Look at the teacher’s bald head and respond with:“Your bald head reminds me of the boiled eggs I ate for breakfast.”(Reward: God-Level Cooking)][(4) Respond to the bald teacher with:“Yo, Wassup bro?” Then get out of your chair and perform a breakdance in front of the class.(Reward: God-Level Breakdancing)][(5) Choose none of the given options and choose your own path.(Reward: None)]…Ainsworth Arthurford transmigrated to a parallel world of Earth. Unlike in his past life, magic and aura appeared on Earth and allowed everyone to awaken a Class at 16 and become an Awakener.Those who successfully awaken a Class and became an Awakener could take on Otherworld Missions provided by the Will of The Earth, with tasks related to invading the Otherworld.Whether it was to steal a powerful artifact, kill the children of destinies (protagonist of the world), or plunder the world origin, Awakeners from Earth became the notorious “invaders from another world”.When magic and aura had awakened, dimensional gates had also appeared which connected the Otherworld to Earth and it brought occasional invasions. Fortunately, the Earth’s Will reacted quickly and allowed humans to awaken a class and humanity managed to fight back and even invade the Otherworld to further strengthen both themselves and the Earth itself.Ainsworth transmigrated thirty years after the descent of the dimensional gates and the day before the Unified Awakening Ceremony.As a perk for his transmigration, he received the God-Level Choice System, which allowed him to choose the options given to him that would grant corresponding rewards.And with that, he awakened an SSS-rank Class and started his path to avenge his older sister and recover her Divine Eyes of Death Lines from the mysterious otherworld organization that gouged out her eyes!

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.