Are You Telling An Eight-Year-Old To Survive In The Wilderness? - Chapter 57 - Heatstroke

My name is Joelson, and I traversed across the world. I arrived at a continent of sword and magic and became a noble sorcerer.

Sixteen years after Lu Yi traveled to the world of immortal cultivation, the long-lost golden finger finally awakened.

Goldfinger is a simple task panel. By accepting and completing tasks, you can get various rewards.

Lu Yi was surprised to find that the tasks he posted were counted as completing them himself?

So Lu Yi embarked on the road of no return where he issued a task to himself.

Issue the task to yourself [Practice the White Cloud Swordsmanship Ten Times], and the level of the White Cloud Swordsmanship will be +1 after completion.

Issue the quest [Defeat the Outer Sect Disciple] to yourself, and get the precious Perfect Qi Condensation Pill after completing it.

Issue the quest [Breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Realm] to yourself, and get the best magic weapon after completing it.

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Unconsciously, Lu Yi discovered that even if he became a saint and an ancestor, it seemed that there was no difficulty in it?

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“We campaigned for a century, prevailing against all obstacles. The sole exception being the Marshal, who could not be defeated…… the military fame of the Marshal endures, yet the Alliance has been utterly crushed. From this day forth, all the glory belongs to the Marshal, himself.”

As the Alliance government that stood for a thousand years crumbled, the Galactic Empire rose into power. The supreme military leader of the Alliance, Gavin Silla, refused to surrender and chose to fight to the death for his nation.

“Your Majesty, in the Age of Old Earth, mint blossoms were believed to be an omen for reunion. In the language of flowers, it means—

—hoping to see you once more.”

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.