MTL - Nuclear Power Sword Immortal - Chapter 17 1 vote

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!]I hate horror.From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears...All of it.I hate it.So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold.And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer.A crappy one at that.So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit.And yet...[Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!]Nope, I don't want it.Let me quit.※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game!***An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

“Hey, wait! I'm not a god, I'm just a guy who loves trash!”Rhys loves trash. Trashy anime, trashy novels, trashy games, he can't get enough. Which was all well and good until one day, his passion for trash gets him mistaken as an actual trash god. Whisked away into another world, Rhys wakes up in a trash heap as a trash talent with trash skills and no chance of progression. Given his trashy start, it seems there's no hope for him.Or at least, there wouldn't be for a lesser man. But Rhys loves trash.There's only one path before him. Embrace the trash! Empower the trash! Dig the diamonds out from the trash! Polish the trash until it shines brighter than gold! If there's one thing Rhys is passionate about, it's trash. And even in another world, he isn't going to stop until he proves that trash shouldn't be overlooked!What to expect: Trash charactersTrash skillsTrash storyNumber go upCultivation-style systemFast-paced progression

For every supporting female character who never realized her dreams, fulfill their wishes.Earn Points, and fulfill your own wishes.Who says supporting characters must always be stepping stones?Supporting females need not become a protagonist, but they can quietly watch from the sidelines.

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.