Reborn as a Yamanaka Genius - Chapter 22: Peach Tea and Theory-Crafting

The dark BOSS, who had the privilege of being the last living person on the planet, and the second-oldest brother on the planet was born again.

What should he do after he was born again? Was it to rule or destroy the world?

BOSS said that he was not interested in these, he just wanted to die. In order to let the boss who was bent on ending his own life live, he was omnipotent, and he will be comfortable with the boss, and then helplessly find out…

BOSS was more and more wrong with the style of painting!

- Description from Novelupdates

A second or third story of a great power who has no choice but to go to a high-level small world to cultivate immortals! !

In men’s clothing, she attracts people, but she is helpless and emotionally flirtatious. Faced with the hints and expresses of many beauties in the cultivation world, she doesn’t understand, so a misunderstanding suddenly arises, and she is added to the list of the most handsome young men in the cultivation world.

Harmless, cheerful, with a male protagonist, women disguised as men, strong women and strong men

Welcome to the newly opened female disguised as a man’s work “This Daoist is too serious”

- Description from novelbuddy

My past life: Ordinary. Mediocre.

What I want in this life: Riches. Power. Influence.

My goal: To be a prodigal son. A waste youth with riches and power. Maybe even sidekicks.

My name is Ye Lang, I’m an alchemist, and I’m also here to squander as much money as I can.

- Description from novelupdates

...[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.