Wimp's Strategy Guide to Conquer the Tower - Chapter 128

By the time I realized it, I had reincarnated into another world.

I kept sleeping, and at some point I became a Demon Lord.

Even though I never wished for it.

But for me to not have to work, this world is the best. It must be true that good things happen to good people.

The flavor of Sloth is as sweet as honey. Glory, diligence, virtue, or honor. I have no interest in anything like that.

What’s there to hide? The Lazy king is… none other than me.

Qi Laiyan was a tycoon worth billions. Due to a special gene in his body, he possessed a body that never got sick.But he could only live to 50 years old.After his death, half of his estate would belong to his contractual wife.One day, Qi Laiyan, whose body had never had any issues, suddenly started coughing.His darling wife, who loved him desperately and only cared about the man not the money, rushed to the hospital in the freezing wind, grabbing him and crying until she was a tearful mess.“Why did you suddenly start coughing, honey! What will I do without you?!” She cried hoarsely, so despairing.Qi Laiyan looked at this scene he had anticipated long ago, feeling nothing but annoyance.Just as he was about to chase the woman away as usual,A voice suddenly rang out in his mind.[Good boy, is this coughing? This is hitting the jackpot for me!] [How will I live? Of course by inheriting your assets and dancing on your grave after the seventh day following your death!]Hearing this voice identical to his teary-eyed, soft-gazed yet desperate little darling wife, Qi Laiyan fell silent.Unsure, listen further…

Luke a 13-year-old boy lover of all kinds of novels, series, and manga, dies and is reincarnated in Wednesday's world with above-average psychic powers.As he immerses himself in the world of outcasts and monsters, he will discover that it is not as simple as it seems. Luke in his new life is a descendant of the famous writer Edgar Allan Poe and must deal with an old family grudge.

In every being, a soul, a spirit, or a core, exists that tethers the consciousness into the solid plain. Witness as how a little spark from who was once a blazing flame, regained what once was lost.“I died and..” grins “...that started my life”What happens when an assassin transmigrated to a cultivation world?They rise through a mountain of corpse to reach the skies.But....What of an assassin whose enemy turns out to be themselves?A world where magic and cultivation co-exist?People say “Keep moving forward”.What if the way forward, is to go back to where she begun?