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Man to a God

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Hi everyone as you can see this is my first novel and I also a fan reading any kind of genres so much that I lost count on how many I read, because of that my mind keeps imagining things that it feels suffocating If I continue this way. That's why I decided, I might as well create a novel for everyone to see and for myself so that I can be proud for myself. Because of those that I read you will recognize some of contexts, technique, naming sense and characters that I will put in my novel but believe me this is completely different compared to them. Also don't put some logics on earth here because in world of novels anything is possible and merely a one's imagination. ______________________________________________ Li Xuan is your typical man with everything money, woman, family all kinds of seemingly full of happiness and fulfilment in life is but his days is filled with loneliness, emptiness, boredom that sometimes he wonder "Why Am I continuing to live"? because of responsibility? Love? Time? Fulfilment? or because The so called society rules? One day he stumble something truly fascinating that he made a search of it. Its called "martial arts" for the first time in his boring life he feel his heart beating like a normal person because he feels excitement and reasoning in his dull life. Its a long, unknown, and the hardest path you take in life. despite its warning he abandoned everything family, money, love ones, women, power just in pursuit of ones strength he try everything he could possibly think of until he meet his end. Even its deaths door the only lingering regret he have is to fail reaching his goal in life and that is perfecting his proudest technique.
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Chapter 1 - CHAPTER 1 Prologue Li Xuan's life

My name is Li Xuan I am a successful business man. I have everything money, power, women and a loving family. despite everything my accomplishment I feel..... nothing. Nothing like emptiness. The hole within myself have never been filled its gap on