Back to the Apocalypse - Chapter 80

Dressed as [fantasy world] [patriarch], portray the fantasy world as realistic as possible from the perspective of the family, grow spiritual fields, raise spiritual fish, develop various family industries in an all-round way, support salted fish elders to become ancestors to serve as umbrellas, and inspire juniors to bravely venture The Holy Land Academy has come to the fore.

It is not a fantasy of passionate combat, but is based on the promotion of various family industries, capital, facilities, domestic servants, family generals, clansmen, guest officials, in-laws and other elements. Trying to see the “old-fashioned” fantasy world from a fresh perspective.

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fake good teacher

“Lay the foundation”

“Experience Yourself”

“Practical Comprehension”

“Flower Sakura? Bullying? Cough, you are still…”

really good teacher

“Learn the flow of cherry blossoms with one stick! 》

“Two sticks realize the hegemony! 》

“Three Sticks Awakens! 》

“What famous teacher Rayleigh? Bah, that’s called a misunderstood child! Preaching and teaching depends on our teacher Kai!”

“Good news! Good news!”

“Mr. Kai’s cram school is open!”

“Package teaching package meeting, places are limited, first come first served!”

Keywords: One Piece, Kaido, Cute, Teacher Kai

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One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. And even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.

However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed…

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.