Roy’s life was nothing special. The only thing commendable was the last few moments when he saved a mother and her child from a drunk driver.

It’s really an egg! Damn it, what kind of monster have I become? Did I fall into Hell instead of making it to Heaven??

Join Roy as he ventures through various worlds with the Custom Made Demon King System—a system that allows Roy to draw anything he can imagine and create it through exchanging souls!

[Dual Rebirth + Single Female Lead + Romantic Daily Life + Cultivation + Pure Love + No System]

Jiang Mo once believed that having a Dao partner to share humble beginnings and support each other through the hardships of life was a true blessing.

He never imagined their seemingly perfect relationship would become hollow—both ultimately perishing in a tribulation of inner demons.

Jiang Mo deeply regretted his past.

If heaven could grant him another chance...

Then—he was reborn over 300 years in the past, at the age of fourteen, before he had even stepped onto the path of cultivation.

This time, he vowed to seal his heart, cut off love, and pursue the Dao alone!

The immortal path is cold and lonely. His path is solitary! Only by enduring loneliness can one reach the end!

What Jiang Mo didn’t know… was that next door, Meng Churan—also reborn—seemed to have made the exact same decision...

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“The mortal world is long and full of distractions. Cultivators should transcend such things.”

“Indeed. Everyone has their own path to follow, unbound by worldly attachments.”

“Then, where do you head, fellow cultivator?”

“Toward the eternal Dao.”

“Oh, stop! We’re in the middle of our wedding ceremony—we’ll be off to the bridal chamber soon!”

“Ah, that’s true.”

As they spoke, the two—dressed in crimson wedding robes—were already holding hands tightly, gazing into each other’s eyes with deep affection.

Transported to a Western fantasy world, I became a noble with garbage-tier aptitude. Although I awakened a talent that lets me draw a lottery every day, most of the stuff I pulled was pure junk. Hecate had already mentally prepared to lie flat and mooch off the family forever.

But unexpectedly, the lottery talent drew the Witch Seed.

Every gift from fate has its price clearly marked.

The moment he chose the Witch Seed, his affinity with magic hit the maximum. Just breathing in a bit of air would boost his power.

But the cost was…