Gate of Revelation - Chapter 817

“Reincarnated as an extra destined to die? Hell no! I’ll rewrite this story myself!”Charles was just a college student addicted to video games, pulling all-nighters and barely passing his exams… until he woke up as Rian Cole, the most despised member of a powerful clan. A background character. A loser. But above all…A dead man walking with an expiration date.In the original story, Rian Cole was born with uncontrollable lightning powers. He was shunned, abused, and ultimately thrown away as cannon fodder to buy time for the clan leader fighting against the hero.But Charles has no intention of playing that role.Armed with his gaming knowledge and an unbreakable stubbornness, Charles will forge his own path—even if it means defying fate, breaking this world’s rules, and shocking everyone who ever looked down on him.No system. No cheats. And Rian’s body doesn’t always do what he wants.And worst of all… the girls in this world are insane!

This is a story of a transmigrator leading a small martial sect to rise. It is a fantasy tale set in a world of ordinary people cultivating and vying for supremacy, without the assistance of any system.

Trapped in the unspoken rules, eaten up by the devious boss, he can't stop, and is addicted to tangling with her.Between them, one swears never to yield, and the other insists on conquering.Asher Land swears, his biggest goal in this life is to transform Sophie Smith, the fierce little wild cat with sharp claws, into an obedient pet cat!

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.