The Amber Sword - Chapter 787 - v4156p1

Harry was just an ordinary young man—until he stumbled upon a hidden world where the strong reign supreme, and Cultivation is the way to power.But fate had greater plans for him. Granted a God-tier system, he soon discovers a terrifying truth—his path to power lies in slaying beasts.[Congratulations, you have slain the Deathless Dragon.][You have reached Elemental master Realm][Congratulations, you have slain the Lion Emperor.][you have reached celestial sage realm.]While others were busy cultivating for years to level up.Harry was killing beasts.“You beasts are nothing but free exp”With each kill, his Cultivation increase, his abilities evolve.But Humans are not the only race in the vast universe, Earthlings got in fight with Dakis that gets strong by eating humans.Will Harry lead the Humans to victory or will get devoured by a daki.

Luck wasn't on his side as when he was just few steps away from becoming the world champion in karate he was killed by his by his opponents scheme who was afraid to fight against him and wanted the cup. But he was once again given a chance to reborn as Kenichi Shirahama and become the strongest martial artist.Watch and see how he conquers the world by becoming the strongest disciple and also how he conquers the women's he likes in his HaremI have reuploaded the chapters again as to the problem of Power stones that occurred in the previous one.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”