Lady Lin's First-ever Journey to Immortality - Chapter 481: Spirit Stones and Mother Lodes

Soyun enters a place called Wonderland inside a book through her dreams but for some reason, Alice was dead?! Soyun is forced to become ‘Alice’ in order to help the winter rabbit in the book and tries her best to escape the book.

"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!"

[Slow Burn]

Died as a virgin. Reincarnated with a big rod.

Ding!

[You have acquired the Bad Luck system. The God of death sympathized with you for dying pathetically. You have been gifted with a divine rod. Your meat rod is the tool you would use to rise to the top. Grow faster and stronger to conquer all the beauties and face the tribulations of the world]

“Eh, where am I? What! A Bad Luck system!” Trying to comprehend what had just occurred as strange characters appeared in his view. Vincent tried to talk and move his body but he realized that he was In the body of a baby.

Vincent Oswald, a popular hentai writer and tentacles creator died as a virgin in a tragic accident and reincarnated into another world.

A dog-eat-dog world, a world of cruelness, a world where you could have your head rolling for a plate of meat soup.

Let's see how Vincent survives in this cruel world and strives for the top as a boy that was born with a silver spoon.

Elves + Demons + Vampires + Yandere + Op characters and so many fantasizing things.

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Note: No NTR towards Mc.

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The MC acts naive and annoying in the early 30s chapters. After that, I can guarantee you a lustful, action-packed piece of work...

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.