The Unkillable Godlike Cosmic Player - Chapter 10: Last Respawn Token

With one touch of the stone, Tyron receives his Class and his life changes forever.In an instant his bright and promising future as the scion of two powerful Slayers is torn apart and he must make a decision.Will he allow his Class to be purged from his soul, or will he cling to it, abandon all that he knows, and rise to power?

After losing his parents to the apocalypse, Silas only wished for one thing. To awaken a powerful mutant ability and purge the earth of any iniquities. However, his dream was shattered when he failed to awaken any mutant ability on the day of the awakening. He was bullied by his peers. However, when all hopes were lost, Silas awakens a system. [Silas Griswold has met all requirements to become a host] [System binding... ] [To complete binding host needs to complete three quests] [Congratulations, you have completed all quests ] [System binded successfully] [Your evolution will now begin!]

“F**K! I'm dead!”That was the first word I muttered after regaining my memories from Earth.Reincarnating into a world of cultivation should’ve been a blessing. Adventure, immortality, power—what’s not to love?But then I remembered what my family did.My sister just broke off an engagement with a crippled young master—definitely a future protagonist.My mother ripped a Dao Bone from my cousin and gave it to me—guaranteed future revenge arc.And me? I’m already a third-rate villain: bullying weaklings and flaunting my Bai Clan name.Worst part? Despite the Dao Bone, I’m still trash at cultivation.My only hope?The System... which I’ve had for years.“I just never realized... It was in English!”

A poor orphan, who lost both parents, stumbles upon a mysterious space and embarks on the path of cultivating immortality. From then on, he cultivates spiritual herbs, refines immortal pills, opens a shop, practices military formations, and establishes an immortal kingdom…This story is about cultivating immortality and farming, with a focus on ordinary people, not horses.