Night of Despair - Chapter 493 - 491 Temporarily Paused One

Due to all sorts of accidental mishaps, Qin Qi, together with the game system, is transferred into a strange world. In this world, everyone condenses Martial Soul, while Qin Qi’s Martial Soul was ten BOSS in the game! In the world, when others cultivate arduously, Qin Qi just needs to kill mobs and gain experience! In the world, there is only one alchemist among thousands of people, while Qin Qi can choose all skills, including Blacksmith skills, Spiritual skills, Matrix skills, Chef… Alas, it’s so annoying, so learn all of them. In the world, when people choose to be his enemies, their destinies have been settled!

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In this latest work by Lord of the Mysteries author, Cuttlefish That Loves Diving, be prepared for a well-thought out and detailed apocalyptic, cyberpunk world with a setting superseding Lord of the Mysteries!

Welcome to the universe of Spectre. Jace comes of age and joins the army like all others his age. In a militaristic society that is normal. But his high level of intelligence and hard work quickly make him invaluable. So invaluable that he becomes a center of conflicts as the galactic empires rise and fall, revolutions occur, and invaders arrive. Join Jace as he goes from an orphan from the slums to becoming Spectre. As he navigates his military life he also navigates passing relationships and long term... 'contracts'.The novel contains depictions of torture, bloodshed, and overall brutality. Sexual content is heavily suggested and will be depicted as well, but it will not be the focus of the novel.The book cover was generated using Adobe's AI art generation system.

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.