I Hide And Farm In The World Of Cultivation To Increase My Proficiency - Chapter 333 - : Outer Dao Sword Master, Combine Dao with Body (3)

[WPC DEC & JAN 2023 [Fantasy] WINNER!]_________[Talent: Future Seer]The path to immortality is always a cruel one to tread.In a world where the Wizard reigns supreme and spells are everything.Watch Aur’s journey as he walks down the path of immortality, albeit not in a conventional manner.Muscles!With the muscle system in hand, he forges a path for himself, slaughtering all his enemies with a punch. But in this world filled with schemes, can he reach the pinnacle or will he perish falling into the spiral of schemes?……[Scene from the Novel]“Aren't you supposed to be an ordinary wizard? How are you so strong?” The man muttered as the very earth crumbled, and the mountains behind him split with the sheer pressure of the giant fist descending on him.There was no surprise the man was crushed into meat paste. Aur looked at the distant sun.“Throughout Heaven and Earth, I have the strongest muscle,” Aur shouted as countless shadows appeared in the corner of his vision.“You are going to die today,” The tone was cold and unforgiving, with countless figures appearing one by one.“You cannot re-establish the Laws of this universe again.”

The Strongest Magic meets the Mightiest Mecha.

I have stolen Golden Mechas from the deepest vaults of the most tightly guarded fortresses in the world.

I have personally destroyed more armies than the top three superpowers have in the span of the Absolute War - combined.

I burned down the terrorist megacity of Habon.

I was expelled from the Union of Heroes at a younger age than people are allowed in.

I have talked to Ancient Gods, loved women, and devoured mechas that would make superpowers cringe in fear.

I have faced demons head on in moonless nights others fear to speak of during the day.

I am deified in a thousand cultures, and labelled as the devil incarnate in the rest.

I am the Mecha Emperor.

You may have heard of me.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Excerpt from Chapter 1

This is where it all began.

A junkyard.

Oh no, this isn't your clean, mechas-only junkyard that was the 'starting point' of many mecha geniuses out there.

I have seen and heard my share of rags-to-riches stories, and many of them claimed that they had started from 'junkyards' and slowly grew to be where they were right now.

From Zero to Hero, they declared.

You can do it too, they said.

As long as you work hard, everything is possible, they claimed.

I call bullshit.

Life doesn't work like that.

[Disclaimer:This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It explores the darkest aspects of humanity—where morality is shattered, and power takes its place. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows.I'm once again telling you if you can't handle deaths and violence and you seek happiness then please do not even touch this Novel.But maybe, just maybe, you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond.if so Prove it.][Synopsis]:In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this dark tapestry lies Narzan, a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a deadly game. The lands of mortals are but a fragile sanctuary, bordered by forbidden realms—the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares are born; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These realms whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape the very fabric of existence.Above it all looms the Weave of Magic, an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. It stirs ominously, its threads tangling with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish.Veythor is a man cursed by the fates, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured betrayal, torment, and death. On Earth, he was a man broken by those he trusted—betrayed by family, ruined by love, and condemned to die in despair. In his second life, he met an even crueler fate, falling prey to monsters in human form. But Thalvoria, his third life, is the cruelest of all.A vast and merciless world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages can sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the lands themselves seem to hunger for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows, and every choice is a gamble with damnation.Yet Veythor, battered and scarred, refuses to succumb. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he begins to weave his pain into something more dangerous. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar sharpens his will. As the balance of power begins to shift and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost.But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of a man who refuses to die?When the world itself hungers for blood, Veythor will rise—or he will drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.

Rong Qi, who had been labeled a fool, was married off to a crippled man with a predicted short lifespan, becoming the subject of ridicule in the entire city. However, after her marriage, Rong Qi began to assert herself and retaliate against her detractors.

Her parents said, “A fool like you has no place at this important party.”

Undeterred, Rong Qi arrived at the event dressed impeccably. “Who’s the fool now? Did you know I’m the world’s top designer?”

Her stepmother sneered, “You can’t possibly get admitted to the number one college in Leucia, you silly girl.”

But Rong Qi insisted on entering with a book in hand. “I’m not here to study. I’m a specially appointed lecturer.”

Ladies from all walks of life stopped her from entering the operating room. “Stop pretending. You’re wicked. Stay away from Mr. Ye!”

“Shut up, or I’ll shut you up with a single jab!” Rong Qi yelled with a cold expression on her face.

The fool had risen. The people of the city clamored, “Mr. Ye, please keep an eye on your wife!”

“I apologize for spoiling her so much…” Mr. Ye replied.

Dear readers! Fresh green style, maybe you will like it more in .