No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right? - Chapter 258 - Fine, Fine, I Lied To You, Keep Going

Great Cultivator Chen Fan had failed his Tribulation period, but after a dream, he had returned to Earth, when he was young, five hundred years ago.

Martin was a succubus who perished at the hands of the Sun God, struck down by a single divine arrow during the epic war between gods and demons. Meanwhile, Martin, a Ph.D. in literature and a seasoned movie enthusiast, lost his life in a car accident in August 2023. By some cosmic twist of fate, the souls of the two Martins converged within the chaotic currents of time and space, merging and eventually settling in the body of an eleven-year-old boy named Martin Myers, living in Los Angeles in 1996.A world without spiritual energy? Fortunately, as a succubus, I don’t need spiritual energy to cultivate; all I need is the essence of desire. Emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and excitement—are all desires. As long as these emotions are directed at me, they can become fuel for my growth. Alright, let’s see what reliable ways exist in this world to stir people’s emotions en masse. Hmm, becoming a writer—sounds promising; and music, that could work too; but wow, Hollywood movies! They have a global reach; this is perfect! What’s that term again? Right—“Idea Recycler.” I’ll start with writing, but the ultimate goal is to become an international movie star. Acting skills, you say? Don’t worry—I’m a succubus, after all!Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. All characters, settings, and plot elements belong to the original author and copyright holder. This work is shared purely for entertainment purposes, with no intent to infringe on the original creator’s rights.

Mature Content- Rated18+ (No rape)“You look lonely and well...”“Well?” The Alpha gave her a condescending smile.“Broken. Like someone who has fought a lot of battles. Someone who has been hurt.” She said.“It's true. And thus, I am ready to fight even more battles if it promises what I want,” Alpha Maverick said.“And what do you want?” She asked with a sweet smile.“Death. Death of all the rogues for what they did to me,” Alpha Maverick said, looking at the girl who became stiff beside him.“You are not a rogue, are you?” Alpha Maverick looked into her enchanting eyes, his hand caressing her cheeks, making her smile awkwardly.She was indeed a rogue, and not just any normal rogue, but one wanted by the entire world.~~~~~~“I, Valencia Brooklyn, reject Tyler Anderson as my fateful mate. I would rather accept death than a disloyal mate.” These were the exact words that changed her life.Since this werewolf world couldn't accept her for being an omega and not having a wolf, she decided to do the exact same thing.She became a rogue that everyone started fearing and looking for. A rogue who killed other rogues, stole from people, rejected an alpha, deceived the council, and most importantly, lived among humans while breaking all laws and norms.What will happen when someone from the council gives her anonymous case to the strongest alpha in the world? An alpha even stronger than the Alpha King's son?How will she save herself from an alpha who has vowed to kill all the rogues to avenge what they did with him?How will Maverick Aurelius catch this mysterious rogue who doesn't have a scent?When they first meet, he should've killed her, but how was he supposed to recognize her when she was a mere cat?Valencia never turned into her wolf because she was cursed to be a shapeshifter.How will the alpha recognise the rogue in the cat who has developed a weird habit of coming into his room and playing with his things?

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.