Pregnant and Divorced by My Disabled Husband - Chapter 73 - The Lipstick Mark on Lu Youting’s Collar

The story is about a guy transmigration in scott pilgrim vs the world with a system he also travel to other worlds, anime worlds and movies and animation series and and games world.I know some of you probably don't know about the Scott pilgrim world but don't worry.MC doesn't have a tragic past or anything, he had normal life and had normal problems and then transmigration into the the Scott pilgrim world.The worlds:Scott pilgrim worldkonosuba worldDanny phantom worldblack clover world( very short)gamer manhwa world(very short)Cyberpunk: Edgerunners world(More worlds will be added later, he also doesn't leave a world for another one, he travel between them)Respective series mentioned are credited to their respective owners, I only own MC and ocIt's my first time writing and English is not my first language

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

When humans step into the Galactic Era, the ancient art of cultivation thrives once again.