The Undying Mecha Emperor - Chapter 278 He’s F***Ed

One will to create oceans. One will to summon the mulberry fields.

For Marco, Lucas is his meek little brother. For the rest of the world, he is the menacing Ghost of Vermil.“Angels endow blessings. Demons sow curses.” A hundred years ago, angels and demons descended on earth. It is said they are still here.Annointed with potent holy power, Marco is set to join the Kingdom's Holy Army to fight off the demonic legion. But before that, he must confront the trail of blood and ash that points to Lucas's involvement with the dark side.As mysteries unfold and loyalties fracture, Marco is faced with the question: where does holiness end and damnation begin? If all lines are blurred and the fate of humanity is at stake, will he have enough resolve to strike down the brother he once swore to protect?

He has returned to the past. And this time he will live up to his role as a young master, which he lost in the past.

He will use all the resources of his family to his advantage. He will cheat the world itself.

This is a harem and intrigue story, where he will get what he wants, he will build his own super hidden power and he will protect his loved one's this time.

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The character's sheet... If you got lost. Be careful though, it is full of spoilers

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1P_mYCR3G-WOPiRvJBj1v6g5mlQXOtyJuivGdfWou38U

P.S.

- I may be editing this novel continuously and some times will need to change some details to accommodate later chapters.

- I am publishing this on RR and WN, but the first release is always here.

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Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.