I Might Be A Fake Cultivator Novels & Stories

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It was a thought that stayed back in my head. The ring on my finger caught my eyes, and a laughter escaped my lips. “Just for tonight, Yilena.” I muttered to myself, and looked ahead. I took a step when my phone vibrated. It was a message, one from an unknown number. Clicking on it, my brows drew together. It was a picture of a ring, exactly like mine, it was on someone’s finger, and there was a message attached to it. ‘The one with you is fake, just like you are a fake wife in a fake marriage. Carter belongs to me and he proved it by getting me such a beautiful ring!’

Zen had just as many questions as the green-haired lady with round glasses in a strange lab coat and mushroom hat on her head. “That’s my question,” he deadpanned, then added as an afterthought, “Molester.” The strange-looking girl spluttered and huffed. “I’m not a molester! I’m a proper herbologist who specialises in studying mushrooms!” A mushroom freak… Zen sighed. This NPC was just as realistic with her reactions. There was no way this was a player, the setup was a little weird, but the gamer did not put it past the game developers to secretly override the NPC’s regular behaviour whenever a player triggers a rare quest.

There was a familiar scent nearby… Gerald, for one, knew that the individual was a cultivator, though he couldn’t really tell who the scent belonged to specifically… Still, he knew he knew that this was the scent of a familiar person… But who? Shaking his head, Gerald eventually chose not to bother too much about it. After all, even if the person was a cultivator, they weren’t exactly a threat to him. Besides, after meeting so many cultivators, Gerald knew for a fact that not all cultivators would be hostile toward him. Perhaps this cultivator was just here by coincidence. Whatever the case was, upon realizing that Gerald was still standing there, Ichiro was prompted to ask, “Is something wr

Deniega and he wants my father's help. But before they could even talk about the solution to that problem, the lights began to flicker. Thinking quickly, I went towards the room in order to check for them. When I arrived I didn't realized that I stepped on a trap. There came that culprit wearing his mask. He took his knife and stabbed Mr. Deniega. My father tried to stop him but it was too dark. Without hesitation, I dropped down my mini camera to record the murder but instead of it, I didn't realized that I dropped my projector invention.

At first, Maru wanted to look for a corner to not be too recognizable but as it was the first one to be filled, he had no choice but to take another course of action and avoid unnecessary attention. “We will take only the best on the menu. And also let my friend here add his wishes on the list. Thank you.” Maru replied succinctly. “Okay. HAHAHA! Since my good friend has let me, I want to add this Divine Duck’s meat…” Tiny Slim began picking his fill of orders. “Are you sure no one would notice me in here, Madame Ais?” Maru asked the system. “Affirmative, Maru. Only a level 9 cultivator or higher could pierce the illusion you wear at the moment or possibly someone who attained much success on

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

He also doesn't like interacting with people from the virtual world, while even in the real world it's hard to recognize someone's true nature. "What for?" Jayden asked nonchalantly. "Just take a look at Harvest Weekly magazine's I*******m. You can see lots of exciting things there," Liam answered with a wink, then he came out of Jayden's room whistling. Jayden frowned, irritated that his cousin had managed to intrigue him. Jayden restarted his laptop and after some thought, he started creating an I*******m account under an assumed name. Jayden opened and Harvest Weekly's I*******m account and saw the latest photos and videos that had just been uploaded on the Harvest Weekly page.

Agent Drake rubbed Agent Martinez on her back when her giggling caused her to cough. “So your daughter loves the boy band BTS!?” The gunman shouted out through his booming Texas drawl, startling Agent Martinez and Agent Drake. The terrorist couldn’t wait to interrupt their conversation. “All the members in that boy band are dead, aren’t they? It is incredible how Counterfeit technology can revive the living. I heard Counterfeit people don’t like it when you call them a machine. Counterfeit people think of themselves as being human, since they can reproduce and have babies and families like us. They’re our creation. You think they might take over the world?” The gunman stared fiercely at Agen

"Can you trace it?" "I can try," I said. But whoever made this did not wish to discover. "Do it," she said softly. I hesitated. My chest tightened. "If I do this, I can't unsee it." "You already can't," she replied. I swallowed and kept typing. The more I went in, the stranger it was. The node was disguised in three fake companies and two deceased investors. People who had died years ago. I checked the dates. My hands began to shake.