Reincarnated As The Strongest Ancestor With a System - Chapter 139: Grave of Law

Due to an unexpected turn of events, Xia Fei consumed a Super Gene Optimization Fluid that bore no brand, expiry date, instructions or stated its place of origin.
Our story begins here…

Karsha, a general in the United States Army, was a loving father and husband who was accused of killing his wife and two children. As a result, he was sentenced to death. However, his life took a turn when a sinister being transmigrated his soul to a world of cultivation. He awakened as a slave and slowly rose through the ranks thanks to a strange system with its own agenda. He began walking the path of cultivation and immortality, which will soon drive him into a conspiracy so grand that his understanding of who he was, who he is, and who he is to become will be put into question.

Traversing to the parallel world where the game concept is still stuck in pk and trade union wars full of krypton gold routines.

Chen Xu obtained the system, so that players can become stronger when they are emotionally excited.

So when Chen Xu came up, he gave players around the world a big one – the immersive VR version of “Battlefield”.

Let players return to World War I and feel the cruelty of the bloody battle of the Somme and the Battle of Verdun…

on the battlefield…

pdd: Ya’er! who I am? where am I? How did I die?

A Yin: Quack doctor! quack doctor! Where’s your needle!

Sun Yifeng, the giant of the fish market: You are a chicken! Don’t fight, it’s allies!

Xiaojie: In war, be serious!

Brother Shu: Is this war? So cruel!

And this is just the beginning.

“Elden’s Ring”, which made players look like a werewolf for Ni, “Call of Duty: Modern Warfare” with 141 to smash Makarov’s conspiracy, “Red Dead Redemption” with Arthur to complete the redemption, and Sergeant Long smashes the Flood and the Covenant’s “Halo”…

Countless classic games were born in the hands of Chen Xu.

- Description from novelbuddy

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…