Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you? - Chapter 538 - 173 The Funeral Begins, Nan Batian Full of Confidence (Please Subscribe)

Transmigrated into a flesh ball, my father swung a sword to chop me, why does this storyline seem so familiar?Have I become Nezha?A great cultivator from the Earth's end-times era transmigrates into Nezha. Watch as the young man navigates the prehistoric world, cutting through illusions, slaying dragon sons, subduing the Dragon Palace, and breaking heaven's barriers!

Makoto found himself transmigrated into the world of Naruto, but there was one small problem.He was a mere lackey, someone who didn’t even get a single line in the original story.But fate had a twist in store for him.Makoto awakened a Chat Group, where every member was a former powerhouse of Hidden Leaf Village. What’s more, with thier consent, he can inherit their bloodline, combat experience, ninjutsu, chakra, and so much more!How will the story of Naruto change with the inclusion of Makoto? How will the group members react upon discovering the current state of the Hidden Leaf Village and the fate of their loved ones?

The price for saving the world is the right to rule it. After saving a faraway land, Lyn Rivers was cast back to Earth. Wanting the admiration, prestige, and glory of saving that realm, she forced her way back. But she was forgotten, and someone else claimed credit for her deeds. Now, with the power of a deity of destruction, she desires nothing more than to claim her place in history. To do that she will conquer dungeons, make alliances, destroy kingdoms, and build an empire. After all, why ruin the world when you can bend it to your will?

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.