RefinedPoison

My name is Riveron. This is my story.
Concubine-born, scorned by my own blood, probably forgotten by name.
In my last life, I clawed through a slum. In this one, I claw through a noble cage.
Two different lives. Same goddamn suffering.
I was born into a MARTIAL WORLD, where emperors rule with iron fists, where blades split mountains, and the words of the weak meant nothing.
But none of that mattered to me.
I only wanted one thing: ESCAPE. Escape this house.
And so I chose the quickest path: Imperial Scholar.
Rise through merit. LEARN, climb, climb, and climb.
It was a good plan. It should have worked. But I was blind to a much bigger plan brewing behind the curtains.
The day I left home, I thought I’d reach the capital. Finally, to walk the path of the sages.
Instead, I was AMBUSHED. THEY BROKE ME.
Limbs shattered. Hope erased. Pride reduced to screams.
I survived only by leaping into the sinkhole beneath the lake.
And somehow… I SURVIVED. An angel saved me. But that wasn’t the only miracle.
I awakened a system.
For every gift I give, I can trigger a critical return.
Is this my second chance? My shot at carving a throne into this world?
Fate's gift, maybe? But Fate will regret it. 
I’ve killed before. I’ll kill again.
I’ve conquered once. I’ll conquer more.
Back on Earth, I rose from the dirt.
But here, in this lawless world?
There are no rules to bind me. No laws. No morals. No social media cancel culture.
Only power. And power… that answers to me.
I will rise. I will reign.
I will live unbending once more. How different can this world be? 
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System | Harem | Action | Adventure | World Building | Cultivation | System | Martial Arts | No Yuri | No NTR 
Warning: Coarse use of language/ Detailed Blood and Gore
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The cover picture is mine.

Legacy of a Benevolent Lord

Five months since Riven entered the Great Lake.

Ahh…. Gather around children. Let me tell you a story.

That's what the future would call it. It all began with a whisper.

A whisper carried across the taverns of the Great Lake's floating markets, whorehouses, through the smoky dens of lakeside gambling houses, and deep into the cabins of drifting pirate lords.

The tale, born from the mouth of Wave Dragon… although no one knew - had started as a joke.

A nobleman, young and arrogant, drifting through pirate-infested waters in a luxury boat with a pile of taels of silver, and not a single escort worthy of note.

The information was so fucking juicy, it was just made for Pirates who's willing to take action.

A sheep with bags of coin and just enough nerve to hand it over without a fight.

Great Lake Purge.