Urban Super Almighty Student - Chapter 150

Reincarnated into the Douluo Continent, inheriting the Emerald Scorpion Martial Soul, with no other options—what should you do if you’re forced to play with poison? Chen Ming declares: “If I’m going to play with poison, I’ll make sure to excel at it. As a transmigrator, even playing with poison, I’ll set an example worth following.”(Anti-Tang San, multiple female leads, no affiliation with the Spirit Hall, self-created divine position.)Raw Title: 斗罗：翡翠毒皇

Ha Joon Kim is a loser. No amount of luck was going to save him from that fate, he was always going to be that loser.But what happens when he dies and gets reincarnated in another world where everything seems different. Where gods and heroic spirits of all eras are in existence.Not only that, but his smartphone is with him? And it grants him skills?.[Instant learning acquired][This skill allows you to gain abilities from leaning]He knew the essence of water.[You have gained a new skill.][Water manipulation.][50 endurance points have been deducted.]....[Knowledge of the gods acquired][This skill lets you tame… tame…]Giving another chance to live life, Ha Joon decided he wasn't going to be that loser anymore, instead, he was going to help the king of Camelot, or rather, The queen of Camelot rule a successful Kingdom.From getting the goddesses to fall in love, to even making Merlin beg for his attention, he was finally getting everything he wanted from life.The traveler… the only human in the old world to tame the gods.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.