The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World - Chapter 343: Heavenly Metal Battlefield

A young man with an extraordinary mind is off on an exciting adventure when he mysteriously wakes up in the body of a feeble slave-guy in a different, rich in quirks world.

The main character, a selfish jerk, would use extreme means to achieve his goals. However, he never allows his base instincts to overrule his sense of decency. He always pays back both good and bad deeds.

Will his (terrible/excellent) mentality help him make a fresh start? Will he get through misfortunes and hardships of the new world?

On a certain day, Xu Xing suddenly received yin-yuan eyes; he could see a red string between lovers. Then he discovered that he had a tight connection to his own left hand.

Xu Xing: I TM …… will I be ‘solo’ for life? : )

The second day.

Xu Xing suspected that he had seen a pair of ‘gay’s. The left side of the boy’s body had two red strings. The one in front was tied to his hand, the one in the back was tied to the boy’s right side.

The bottom of Xu Xing’s body suddenly tightened. Trembling in fear, he turned his head — only to see his ‘local area’ connected to a red string tied into a beautiful, intimate bow that was attached to the school grass sitting behind him ~

Xu Xing: Excuse me???

- Description from Novelupdates

Sheng Jiaoyang, a scumbag full-level disaster, turned on the fast-passing mode after overturning the car, and happily worked in various worlds.

As a result, accidentally, they all turned into snake spirits.

The playful son on campus, the eldest young master of the wealthy group, the cold and paranoid hero, the playboy of the game world, the noble and cold monarch of a country… These are supposed to be the proud sons of heaven who should have a smooth life, but they all met Misfortune floods Sheng Jiaoyang.

Jiao Yang spread his hands helplessly: “Everything, what if your host is too charming?”

System: “…Just be happy if you’re happy.”

- Description from novelbuddy

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?