Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 881: Payment for doing work

Ling Fei, the son of a fisherman in Sanxian Island, was accidentally involved in a mysterious continent–Arad, after learning that his celestial destiny was shallow and that he had no way to ascend.

Sword, there are unique adventurers here. Ling Fei, who has just arrived, has a mysterious mission and an ancient blood. The silent Grand Forest is roaring, the ancient ruins of the king are lamenting, and it is unknown what the legendary headless horseman is chasing.

On the ground, Ling Fei gets acquainted with his partners, takes risks, and becomes a legend!

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Calling the old god’s mage, the knight who inherits the bloodline, looking forward to the glory of yesterday;

The noise of steam engines and the roar of cannons indicate the direction of the future;

An Sen, who was living in this world, embarked on a road that had never been imagined;

In the ashes of the old world…he shall be crowned king!

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When we lose our hearts to the wrong person, setting a betrayal in place, how well do we come out from such hurt?

The country girl, Emily, was an orphan. She survived off the scraps that she could find from families around her. Every one of them despised her.

One day, a fairy-like little brother came to the city and brought her home.

At first, Emily wasn’t popular in other people’s homes, but she quickly awakened her god-tier learning talent. She could learn pretty much anything and everything in an instant.

Soon, Emily was regarded as a child prodigy. She was proficient in all sorts of arts, including zither, chess, and calligraphy, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

The elders and older brothers who didn’t really like her in the past were all captivated by her and spoilt her like a little fairy.

Every day, her grandparents, parents, uncles, aunties, and brothers fought to pamper her.

Grandpa said, “Baby, can you help Grandpa take a look at this painting?

Grandpa liked to collect oil paintings, but his deteriorating eyesight couldn’t discern good paintings from bad ones, and he kept getting tricked by sellers . So he had to consult the seven-year-old Emily because paintings that passed through Emily’s hands were never wrong.

Her father pleaded, “Baby, help me. The chairman of the Gu Site Corporation wants to get a calligraphy painting from you. This will determine whether my company can land a deal with them!”

Her brothers pleaded. “Baby, are you busy today? When are you going to visit your brother’s school? I promised the principal that I would bring you there. You can’t go back on your word.”