Just His Cologne

【Awesome Face-Slapping Story】 The humble farmer hero saves the damsel and obtains the Divine Artifact, masters Divine Skills, and becomes adept at healing. From then on, he dominates city life.

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu. If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital. Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company. In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary! I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars. I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars. I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each... Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off... My name is Song Heping. I came, I conquered, I reign as the king. Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

Born to be King, unrivaled in all ages. Dragon King Hall, the most mysterious and ancient organization in the world.

A Golden Needle could save the world. A Silver Needle, could kill all foes. Against-the-Heavens Medicine, world-shaking martial arts, unveiling a different world.

Had a little drink, played a few cards. No need to work, just farmed a bit of land, no worries about food or clothing, chatted leisurely with people, did some cultivation, with a "Five Elements Spring" within my body. Made use of my many abilities to earn money. A small farmer with big ambitions, confident about acquiring land abroad, drove luxury cars, lived in Western-style houses, and made a name all over the world!

A new work from the author of 'My Senior Brother is Too Steady', welcome to enjoy it! ------- [Science Fiction Apocalypse Setting + Alone Cultivation Protagonist, Not a Mindless Feel-Good Story] This is a shattered world where human civilization barely gasps for air on a planet ravaged by the Blade Beast catastrophe, the flame of civilization in underground fortresses flickers intermittently, and human elites in space are brewing a final plan to strike back at the Blade Beasts, but the future of humanity is dimly lit by fading stars… "So," a Mahayana Realm expert, who after cultivating alone for one hundred and twenty-five years failed his tribulation and became a Residual Soul in this 'peculiar' world, sighed deeply as he looked up to the sky: "What the hell does this have to do with me?!"

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years. In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions. Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night. At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world. Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms. Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields! Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears! "I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!"

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person. Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up. Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come. No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession. "If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

"Music, film, painting, calligraphy, sculpture, literature..." "You know all this?" "Just a bit." "You mean, you know a bit about all of these?" "Yes, I know quite a bit about all of them." With the System in his pocket, he conquers the world through art, becoming the crownless king that all realms worship.

Daytime belongs to the human world, while Deceit Night returns to the netherworld. Since the arrival of the sinister night, demons and evil spirits have brought disaster to humanity, and generations of our ancestors have struggled to survive. This blade of mine can eliminate evil, slay demons, defeat wickedness, exterminate devils, destroy evil! From now on, nighttime shall be like daytime!