The Greatest Showman - Chapter 123

Dan just wanted to be normal. College, maybe a girlfriend, a life free of drama. Fate had other plans. Now, chosen as a Goddess's champion against his will, Dan is dragged into a hidden world of ancient powers and deadly games. Can a reluctant hero master his divine gifts and survive, or will the weight of godhood crush him before he even begins?.....Thank you for taking the time to view my book. I'm a growing author and so it means a lot to me that you decided to check my book. If you do decide to go ahead to read the book I would like to warn ahead of the typos that I may have missed in a haste to post the work and for that I am sorry. Hope you like the story though. Thank you again for reading..

After being unemployed for a long time, Feisha Shi finally found a new job – the front desk manager at the oldest hotel in the universe.

This hotel has a fallen angel, vampire, werewolf, faerie, dwarf, titan, invisible person… just no humans.

This hotel serves customers who are fallen angels, vampires, werewolves, faeries, dwarves, titans, invisible people… still no humans.

This hotel’s name?

Noah’s Ark.

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When he came to his senses, Hirasawa Kazuki, a normal university student, found himself in possession of the body of a game’s character.

Moreover, it was Harold Stokes, the story’s most hated character who was even given the title 『King of trash』by the players. Myriads of landmines are just waiting for him to step on them, like death flags!

Will Harold be able to clear the survival route while avoiding the countless death flags in his way?!

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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