Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying - Chapter 477 - 350: How Should Cultivators Fight in the New Era?

Chris was born in a world where the humans are not the ones at the top of the food chain. Even when they are the bottom, humans fight each other for power. Whether Chris would survive in such a world or not, read the story to find out.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

The so-called real sea fantasy game “Endless Sea” is online, and Li Feng is fortunate to be a beta player.

But when he entered the game, he discovered that all the players had transmigrated into the game.

Deformed islands, crazy seabeds, fog and ravings coming from the deep sea…

Contracts, relics, curses, secret treasures, extraordinary, eternal life…

More players are selected, reality and game are about to merge.

Facing the whispers of the evil gods under the sea, Li Feng waved his fishing rod and decided to achieve his extraordinary path.

[Don’t care about the title of the book!

It’s really not a studio article!

The chat room fades away quickly!

The master is promoted to the extraordinary, and the restraint world!]

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He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.