I tried my best. I really tried my best. But how many can kill their own parents without any past records of abuse or harassment? Well, even those people don't. So how could I? I really wanted to be an orphan though. Their life experience is so rich. They are underestimated and then they shine. Ai, why did God give me filthy rich parents? Am I supposed to be a side character now? Do I keep waiting for a ray of hope, my golden cheat to sparkle someday just as I wake up? I peek at the beautiful naked lady sleeping beside me, my wife. She didn't even know me, why didn't she break our engagement off? What a gold-digger! Even loving me so much without any deceitful schemes, how boring! How absolutely boring!! Should I try being a villain? I remember fainting after killing a cockroach once ahem, I mean I was told I had fainted in the hospital. I keep thinking of this as I'm drinking vod

I'm a simple old man.Simple, because I've accomplished nothing much in my life as an adventurer. It was absolutely common.My son was also an adventurer. He had a lovely wife and a little daughter. He picked a place to hunt along with his wife one day and didn't return. My weary shoulders were burdened further with the weight of my granddaughter's responsibilty.But I endured and started a stall. I rummaged through everything that I had picked in my life, ranging from rusty swords, strong talismans, weird tokens, to medicinal pills and uncommon beast hides.It was going well, the marketplace was crowded. I was an honest dealer too.Until one day, a curious young man stumbled upon my sword and took it a hundred times cheaper than I had originally estimated, but since it wasn't getting sold, I decided I might as well sell it.Yeah, I'm old, and I guess my memory failed me.That man killed the emperor with that specific swo

Help!I need urgent help!Gods, Immortals, Fairies, Demons, Monsters, anyone!One month ago, I was just your normal normal rich without much ambition.I wanted a simple home and a lovely wife and spend my old years travelling around.But it all changed when one of my maids tried to poison me, seemingly without any reason.My uncle started vying for the leadership of the family.My parents were poisoned too. How the FU** did they get so much undetectable poison anyway!?Ever since then, my bad luck has been off the charts.Cultivators came and tried to kill me. I escaped like a beggar.Lighting came crashing down. I got saved as it struck a tree.Suddenly, everyone started trying to kill me.Then, everyTHING started trying to kill me. Mythical beasts, earthquakes, and betraying kins weren't enough, illnesses started flaring up within my body too.Yesterday, I was resting within a pit I made in

I'm a fiction made real.I'm a lie that turned the truth.A spirit cast into reality through the power of a thousand lies.I don't remember when I gained consciousness at first but the first thing I remember was the face of a filial young man that used my name to hide his inheritance."Mother, my master is very kind and helpful in his teachings. You don't have to worry about me, I'll definitely sort out all of our family's troubles by learning from him. It is my luck to be taught by him, otherwise how else would I have become so strong in such a short period." This was the first anchor of my existence, the voice of my first indirect disciple.It helped me sort out my thoughts as I became aware of who I was and the reason for my existence.Since then, I keep becoming more and more aware as the kids kept pinning their wildest immortal skills and manuals to have come out of my inheritance.I'm a free and unfettered old immortal, and also

A sect is a massive machine. It's not up to a single individual to make it work. From basic education, discipline, and determination, it's a sect's responsibility to make its disciples conform to its teachings and ideals.There's also a certain sense of freedom that one has in a sect. As youths, it's very natural that they have their internal hierarchies and hot-blooded competitions and as Elders, all we need to do is make sure there are no accidents or death and we're all set.To any sect, whether it be a small one with a hundred members or a heavenly sect with branches across the universe, the mission center is the oil that runs this machine and makes it work. Our revenue, vitality, and stability come from these very missions.But at any point in time, the missions in the outside world are limited and internal ones, that are given by our Elders or Chief disciples, although serve to motivate the disciples to make no difference to sects as entities.There