Race With a Heart - Chapter 230: Something is Coming...

Invincible fists, unrivaled hammers!

Leon was supposed to disappear.On Earth, he was nobody.In this new world of cultivation, reborn into a body that wasn’t even his own, he was less than that — a forgotten teacher exiled to the quiet heights of Amethyst Summit Division.No glory.No backing.No destiny.Until the Grand Return System awakened.Every resource he gives… returns a thousandfold.Every treasure he parts with… comes back stronger.Every disciple he nurtures… becomes a storm the heavens cannot ignore.While the sect mocks him as a useless master wasting potential, Leon calmly shapes a silver-haired girl born with Divine Ice Bones into something terrifying. A legend in the making. A blade pointed at fate itself.They see obscurity.Heaven sees a silent calamity rising.Leon doesn’t seek fame.He doesn’t chase thrones.But when destiny finally turns its gaze toward him…The teacher who hid in the shadows will begin rewriting the rules of the world.-----

Night City, it's a place of endless wonders and horrors. Opportunities and dangers, but before Motoko Kusanagi can access any of them. She first has to build up enough strength to walk again. Learn the basics of living in a world that was just a game to her before. Good thing she found a Shard hidden in her stuff that opens the door of opportunity. But like all opportunities in Night City, it usually ends up in a gunfight.Self-Insert with a modified Cyberpunk 2077 Gamer System. Not a direct Ghost in the Shell Crossover. MC just happens to share the name.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”