I Have A Cultivation World - Chapter 754 - 440: This is How Sword Sha is Used! (8k)_4

Jun Ye travels through worlds for unexplained reasons and is always cast in subservient roles. Unfortunately, that wasn’t his style. Let the counterattack commence!

- Description from Novelupdates

After coming out of a tunnel… it was pitch dark.

When he woke up, Ling Feng found that he had transmigrated, not only transmigrated, but also transmigrated into the book of the heroine written by himself, and became the peak power of Yuan Ying, a cultivator that everyone envied.

But the moment he knew the identity of the original owner, Ling Feng panicked. It turned out that he was the ashes-level villain who only lived less than thirty chapters!

She was tortured and killed by the female protagonist for 49 days. After she died, she was displeased and threw her soul into the kennel to suppress her for countless years…

This bloody plot…Is it really written by me? ?

I have to rewrite it, okay? !

【Ding! The plot editor has been loaded, and the host can modify the current plot through accumulated experience points! 】

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The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.