Mr. CEO, Please Stay - Chapter 917

After what seems to be a plane accident,

Su Bai Master Su was seized of his power and unexpectedly reincarnated onto a cowardly distant nephew.

Who said that you will lead a dull life after rebirth?

The ‘Jade-Faced Yama’ who once ate both the black and white path

vows to take back the power that once belonged to him step by step.

Do you really think Master Su is a rice dumpling for everyone to push around when he does not display his wrath?

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“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!

Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.

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.