Afterlife Department - Chapter 633 - Monsters

Yang Yi, along with everyone else, is thrust upon a Maritime Survival Game.Some lucky individuals possess special ships; the Iron Heart is armed to the teeth, the Swift Wind is so fast it’s almost invisible, and the Ironhead charges forward with a massive ram.Only the Nightmare, Yang Yi’s ghost ship, has strange and gory elements.The protagonist’s journey won’t be smooth sailing — this is not a story for the weak-hearted.

A person in their third year of high school, experiences the arrival of a divorce comeback system 20 years early. At 38 years old, with a failed marriage, standing at the crossroads of the established and confused years, you recall your young days with your childhood sweetheart. After marriage, you cut off contact and have no more news of her. Re-establishing contact with Xu Qianqian will reward you with 300 RMB. Eighteen-year-old Jiang Nian glanced at the system task on the panel and then at Xu Qianqian living next door, falling into deep thought. Hmm... it seems the system came early. There is another issue: who is the future ex-wife? Hmm... Jiang Nian couldn't hold back. Being eighteen every year, he foresees a divorce in the future. The system issues a task to take revenge on the future ex-wife. Jiang Nian looked at the un-darkened version of the future ex-wife in front of him and fell into thought again. The childhood sweetheart, future ex-wife, and future ex-girlfriend, all appear in their younger versions.

A world consumed by boundless, unending oceans.His sole companion was a mysterious Orb, a cryptic guide capable of leading its holder across dimensions.His goal? Infinite planes, where the sea of stars lay in wait.PS: The MC's main world is an endless ocean similar to One Piece, but it is not One Piece.#Slow-Paced #Slow Growth

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.