Reborn with Steve Stand - Chapter 473 - 470: Cyttorak

The Death Knight, who mu*dered his family and brought calamity upon humanity, is given the chance to go back in time and correct his mistakes.Damien Haksen possessed talent that would have gone down in history. However, an Archlich, the pinnacle of Dark Magic, turned him into a Death Knight and made him live as a s*ave.Under the Archlich’s command, he ultimately mu*dered his own family and destroyed an entire Kingdom.He regained his senses at the very last moment, but it was already too late. Just as he was about to give up everything, a miracle occurred.Regression.Returning to where he was before it all began, his goal was clear.“This time, I’ll live solely for the happiness and future of my family. Of course…”After condemning every last one of those filthy Dark Mages and giving them a taste of hell!

There is always such a person in the world, his family background is better than yours, his status is higher than yours, while you work hard and think all the way up, but with just a wave of his hand, you are wiped out. What is even more sad is that he doesn’t even know who you are.

Zheng Jue met Han Jin like this but he didn’t realize this truth until he died. In the end, he had found the wrong opponent and ultimately lost his life.

- Description from Novelupdates

Xia Ruofei, a retired special warfare elite, unexpectedly discovered that the ancestral scrolls contained a small space that was independent.

There are Lingtan waters that promote plant growth in the space. There are mysterious spiritual flowers that cure all diseases. They also bring ten times the time flow rate. What is planted is a fine product, everything grows fast, and what can be cultivated is spiritual…

From then on, planting flowers, planting trees, raising animals, and licking beautiful women, Xia Ruofei opened a wonderful life.

- Description from ptwxz (translated)

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”