I Can Create Perfect Accidents - Chapter 118 - The Movement in Golden Bull Village

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

A litrpg kingdom builder set in a cultivation world.After meeting Truck-kun, Benton, a grandfather and an overall nice man, is transmigrated into the body of Chao Su in a brutal, might-makes-right cultivation world.Things could be worse. He is given choices that come with neat advantages, and his career in middle management gives him ample experience leading people. Those skills should translate to running a sect.Unfortunately, things aren't that simple. Benton quickly realizes that his plan to let his recruits fight for him won't work. He'll need to get up to speed on life in a cultivation world fast because danger is on the way. A beast tide threatens his new territory. Rival sects don't like the balance of power being upset. Worse, the demonic cultivators that destroyed Chao Su's prior sect are still out there.What to Expect:- This is not a cultivation story. The MC cannot cultivate and advances through cultivation realms by earning points from the System.- No artificial emphasis.- The MC makes decisions based on empathy and emotions, treating his sect members like he's their doting grandfather. He's not a typical Xianxia protagonist.- No sexual content or a harem.- M-W-F-Sa-Su with occasional bonus chapters- Average Chapter Length = Approximately 2,000 Words- MC goes from weak to strong to OP.- Though the story is not a comedy, the tone is mostly light, and it contains humorous elements.- There is some romance between side characters. There are no current plans for the MC to have a love interest. Just to be clear (and I'm only mentioning this because it's the internet and ... people), there is absolutely no possibility that the sixty-year-old isekai'd protagonist will develop a romantic relationship with any of his teenage disciples. He views them as his grandkids.- Minor swearing occasionally.

In the future timeline, Humankind had developed things that brought a revolution to the world. But their best invention was fully immersive VR games that became more and more advanced as time passed. They could create new worlds— in virtual reality, that was more beautiful and profound than the real world they lived in.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.