My Childhood Bully is a Mafia Boss - Chapter 96

“According to prophecy and scientific calculations, the entire world will see temperatures drop to minus forty degrees within three years, and even the earth's core will be frozen within three hundred years.”“What should we do?”“Gather all our strength, build a shelter together with unwavering unity. In the face of disaster, we must stand united, and everyone needs to do whatever they can to ensure a future for humanity!”“But what if someone refuses to work and just wants to eat and be lazy?”“Then let them die! Activate the alchemy golems and large robots, we do not support idlers!”Set in a scenario similar to Frostpunk, with fantasy elements and a steampunk background, viewer discretion is advised.

What kind of experience is it to be a true spiritual genius, transmigrating to become the ‘king’ of the Immortal Demon Great Qin?

Qualification is supreme, and any technique can be mastered quickly. The so-called barrier of practice cannot hinder his breakthrough at all!

Or add luck and become the real master of the plane.

Is it to gather the copper of Kyushu, cast twelve bronze figures, hold the souls of millions of Qin warriors, swept across Liuhe, and conquered the world, or the three worlds of warriors?

Rare birds and beasts, a world where demons are rampant, a combination of local myths and legends.

PS: It is not a hegemony text of the war system, the first choice for the extreme genius stream

- Description from novelbuddy

In the future timeline, Humankind had developed things that brought a revolution to the world. But their best invention was fully immersive VR games that became more and more advanced as time passed. They could create new worlds— in virtual reality, that was more beautiful and profound than the real world they lived in.

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.