Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong - Chapter 17 - : Chapter 17: Qi Condensing Pill_1

Lee Seongjin, the strongest hunter who defeated the demon king.
He possessed the body of the pig tr*sh Third Prince, the Holy Imperial Family’s shame.

But the members of this family… there’s something strange about them?

‘Overpowered’ Holy Emperor.
‘Regressor’ First Princess.
‘Player’ First Prince.

Lots of trouble and lots of words
The story of the Holy Emperor and his children.

Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance.

It was a weird club that sold strange items and with a servant girl that had 300 years of working experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club to exchange anything precious they own for what they want. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Every successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little.

“Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.”

As thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss.

Pausing time, turning back time, reversing times of specific objects/person, and even predicting the future…

Taking advantage now that Su Lin has control of time within his grasp. Being able to stop time; can dodge incoming attack and avoid mishaps, Su Lin is steered clear of harm’s way. Reversing time; can forever never regret, no need to overthink when acting. Inverting time of specific object/person; can repair any object and heal any person, Su Lin becomes a miracle doctor. Predicting the future; can hide from natural disasters, can buy the winning lottery tickets and stocks, listening to Su Lin is always right.

- Description from Novelupdates

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…”