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Luck Life Shokugeki No Soma

I am the Son of Luck!

Qin Chen, a modern young man, finds himself waking up in a cultivation world, inhabiting the body of a man with the same name. Yet instead of excitement, he feels a deep sense of irony as he delves into the memories of his new body. His fate is a cliché straight out of the cultivation novels he used to read: born into a low-ranking family, orphaned from a young age, poor cultivation talent, and a lover eventually taken by someone else. It all felt like the basic template for a protagonist in a novel! However, unlike weak and slow-growing main characters, Qin Chen quickly realizes something. If this world truly mirrors a cultivation story, then as the protagonist, he is Heaven's favored child, protected by limitless luck. "I am the center of this world, shielded by destiny. What do I have to fear?" Qin Chen thought with a grin. Defying great clans? Toppling powerful sects? Kidnapping royal princesses? All of that is just another day for a protagonist blessed with extraordinary luck. Qin Chen believes that as long as he is Heaven's chosen one, no danger could truly kill him. He has complete faith in the plot always saving the main character at the last second. But unlike the typical cliché protagonists, Qin Chen refuses to be naive, foolish, or soft. He understands that this world is harsh and brutal. Therefore, he vows to move forward with boundless courage, take what is rightfully his, and destroy anyone who dares to stand in his way. Unfortunately, living as a protagonist is not as easy as he imagined. [Ultimate Villain System Activated] [Main Mission: Kill Qin Chen]
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No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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