Amelia Thornheart - Chapter Fifty-Two: Crystalcraft

A century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities.Like so began the Sword Trials.Worlds against worlds, species against species, set in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG to ever exist.Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency…Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race.Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds.Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached.The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession.Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game.Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses.One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword.Named the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the label of genius changed into garbage overnight.But his “trash” sword held a secret.And so did his soul…Three worlds WILL fall.

Ren Wu died once.Two thousand years ago, he was the Imperial Chancellor who governed Hell itself—an Auditor who enforced cosmic law, taxed gods, and sentenced demons with a brushstroke.Then Heaven and Hell cooperated.He was assassinated before he could finish signing a decree meant to fix the cycle of reincarnation.Now, he has awakened in the body of a dying factory owner at the bottom of the modern Underworld.His wealth is his health.His business is survival.His enemies are corporations, gangs, ancient clans—and the government of Hell.While others cultivate to become immortal heroes, Ren Wu cultivates assets.He monopolizes supply chains.He weaponizes contracts.He turns gangs into employees.He turns ancient cultivation manuals into corrected instruction manuals.To Ren Wu, modern cultivators are not warriors.They are illiterate workers using corrupted translations of Hell’s employee handbooks.As Ren rebuilds his corporate empire, fragments of his sealed memories return…Why did his archaeologist parents send him an ancient coffin before vanishing?Why does the Administration desperately want him erased?Why does every ancient family’s sacred art trace back to Hell?To uncover the truth, Ren Wu must do what he does best:Acquire political shields.Build unions.Exploit loopholes.Rewrite laws.Because in this world…You don’t punch judges.You don’t sue gangsters.And you never fight the system.You become the system.

Yan Fei ordered a small drone online, never expecting that the drone would suddenly become his avatar.Amazing, right? But what’s even more incredible is that this drone avatar can actually upgrade, into a drone fighter jet, a heavy combat jet, a stealth bomber……Are these powerful combat units really my avatars? Do they really expect me to take on the entire world?Yan Fei is utterly bewildered!

Everyone in the entire imperial capital city B knows that, in recent months, there has been a fortune-telling stall with a sky-high pedigree.
Break the marriage, control the universe; talk about misfortune and good fortune, test the secrets of the sky; comment on the eight characters, change the way of luck… simply say that you are alive, you will not die, say that you are dead, you don’t want to live!
The reason why anyone with a head and a face knows it is because the head and face naturally feel that the magic stick cannot be placed on the table and cannot be seen.
However, the wind has changed recently. It is said that the famous Bai family of the Junhong family has sought a famous magic stick for the youngest son of the sick jar!
Unexpectedly, the magic stick was very pretentious and deadly, and only said one sentence.
“I miss him, unless I marry him. Otherwise, within three months, he will surely die!”
So, the whole emperor was in an uproar.

Keywords for a god stick to marry a wife: god stick to marry a wife, blood children, one-on-one, spoil you

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