Beers and Beards - Chapter 45Book 3: : Dwarf, Interrupted

[I was reincarnated as an F-class Hunter.

…it’s a problem because they don’t treat me that way.]

“You need my help, Tesoro. You choose. A marriage with me or be torn apart by them” His voice was cool as though this wasn't a matter of life or death.I didn't want this life. My father had gambled a lot and left me with a lot of enemies and now I needed the help of Don Vincenzo LaRosa who was my high school bully and now the Don of the most powerful mafia family in Italy if I was going to survive it.It was just a marriage of convenience but I realized something. He wasn't helping me out of a good heart. I had been sold without my permission to him. I was the mafia's pawn.

Wang Ming stood at the pinnacle of existence—just a step away from transcending Heaven and Earth, poised to ascend to a realm no one had ever touched. But at that moment of glory, he was schemed by none other than the Heaven’s favored one—the Son of Luck's master.Forced into regression, Wang Ming is thrown back to his younger years, but this time, so is his greatest enemy. With fate itself seemingly against him, and the Son of Luck determined to end his rise before it begins, Wang Ming must walk a blood-soaked path once more.But he is no ordinary cultivator, he is a variable who defies destiny. Against the will of Heaven, against fate, against the Chosen… he will rise again.This is the story of a man who refuses to bow to fate.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”