Apocalypse Hunter - Chapter 8

After crossing into another world, he became an impostor City Lord, with a domain spanning five hundred miles and a sister who was a national beauty.He also had to revitalize a family that was teetering on the brink of collapse. As a college junior, Lanling felt overwhelmed by the pressure.Endowed with the power of Yao Xing, he could directly devour others' cultivation and claim it as his own. And his sole mission in crossing into this other world was: to destroy it!From City Lord of Tianshui, to the queen's husband, to the World-Ending Demon Emperor, he eventually became the king of the entire world!…Note: I've been in the industry for 12 years, published over a hundred books, and this is my eighth book, all of which are completed. With previous works like 《Nine Yang Sword Saint》 and “Mech Battle Emperor” being bestsellers with tens of thousands of subscriptions, you can read with confidence.

Shangjing Hospital’s intern, Xiao Yifei, stumbled upon some scandalous behavior from the chief doctor and subsequently faced the hostility of the chief, making his work life extremely difficult. Little did he know that shortly after, Xiao Yifei would inherit the legacy of the Jade Dragon Eye. X-ray vision, control, all within my sight. Lolis, beautiful women, all within my embrace. From then on, Xiao Yifei embarked on a life that was nothing short of spectacular!

Gojo Satoru always knew he could travel back in time whenever his life was in danger. After surviving betrayal, the battle at the Prison Realm, and his fight with Sukuna, he realized he needed a fresh start. When he opened his eyes, he was sixteen again—his first day at Jujutsu High. Nothing had happened yet. This was his chance to change everything.But something was wrong. Geto Suguru was missing.Gojo searched all of Tokyo but found no trace of him. Then, a year later, during a mission near Shinjuku Station, he spotted a familiar face—a boy with a bun and strange bangs.Gojo’s heart raced.Geto Suguru: “Who are you?”

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…