Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation - Chapter 154 - 148 Practice and Refinement

Tigers beget tigers, and lions beget lions. But not in this case.Mao Jin, the only son of the Dust Valley Sect Master, became the laughingstock of the sect due to his trashy talent.At eighteen, he was still stuck in the Mortal Rank-1 realm, with no hope of breaking through to the next stage.Even his parents had given up on him as a cultivator, wishing only for him to live a mortal life.However, everything changed when Mao Jin earned his first income. That was when he realized—what he truly needed wasn’t talent, but money.With money comes unparalleled talents.From a nobody to a visionary, watch as Mao Jin transforms the Dust Valley Sect into a thriving business hub while rising to power!

What did death feel like?Ezekiel didn't want to remember. He wished to never experience that void expanse of nothingness ever again.Luckily he had been reincarnated into a world with magic and the sorts. But as a Mechanic!Watch as Ezekiel defies his manaless destiny by walking the path given to him by that Being as a Mechanic born to rule over all.He had been an ordinary person in his last life but he refused to allow that term follow him into the next.“I can still become someone important. Not as an Awakened from Taia, but as a Battle Mechanic from Earth!”

The protagonist is reborn in the late Roman Republic and becomes a gladiator under Spartacus. How will he escape the tragic fate of being crucified, and how will he survive in the Mediterranean ruled by Rome? Stay tuned!

“Rome must fall! As long as it exists, we cannot escape our fate of death!” — Maximus

Wang Zhong arrived in another world and got caught up in this world’s world war. His cheat ability was an overhead view similar to a real-time strategy game, which allowed him to see the field of vision of his troops! He immediately began micromanaging:“Move the machine gun position five centimeters to the left! Place the anti-tank gun in the woods on the right!”Three years passed like this.Wang Zhong looked at the marshal’s baton in his hand, then at the double-headed eagle flag behind the emperor’s envoy.“There’s an old saying where I come from, ‘Kings and princes, can they be born?’ Do you know this, Envoy?”