Hard Carry Support - Chapter 18

He was a loser in his past life, useless, but at least he never truly lacked anything. He had money, food, a roof over his head, and everything he thought he needed.He had never fought a day in his life, he didn't need to struggle for his life.Then he got hit by a bus… and woke up in another world.A world where destruction and bloodshed were the norm. A world shattered by apocalypse, where people lived on floating islands and sailed across the skies in airborne ships. A world where the weak had no place to survive.Now, he inhabits the body of a Dragon, the weakest of the royal bloodline. A cursed runt abandoned by his siblings, carrying their curse.He is now known as Kaedros, the Dragon of the Sun.He was banished and thrown into the human territory, to fend for himself in the midst of the enemies that wanted him dead.But now as a Dragon, given a second chance, he didn't want to waste it by being a loser a second time. This time, there's inheritance to claim, territories to conquer and galactic, dimensional enemies to fight._________________So I'm going to add this. The pacing is going to be in the middle, not fast or slow. And the MC won't just get insanely overpowered at the start.He's not going to be a weakling either, after all from the title, you already know how things are going to end.I value character developments, so you'll see a lot of that as well.Things are going to develop in a reasonable way.Ps— you're already adding this to your library, so just start reading now!!

Bai Muchen had it all — not only was he the most renowned martial artist of the Nine Heaven continent, he even had the Five Meridians of Tianling and was engaged to Xuan Qingzhu, the beautiful daughter of his mentor. But everything falls apart when he’s set up by his fiancé and mentor during a cultivation session, and he is killed.

Reborn as a young man named Xiang Nan, the heir of a declining family, can Bai Muchen get his revenge?

Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents.

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.