Cosmic Editor - Chapter 20: Moving in (IV)

[Extreme cool article] + [Offensive and defensive all-round] + [European Cup] + [World Cup] + [No National Football] + [Golden Globe Commend]

Read the first 10 chapter and you will like it..All of humanity—billions of souls—were forcibly transported into 《Global Lord》, a merciless game-world where each person becomes a Lord and must fight to survive. Most cried. Most begged. Most died.But Lucas Nightveil was different.A war mongrel with a thirst for carnage, Lucas thrived in blood and madness. While others struggled to build wooden huts and gather firewood, Lucas awakened the [Dark Crypt]—and with it, her.Selena Draculea, the Vampire Queen. Elegant. Overpowering. Sadistic. And above all—loyal only to her King.While the rest of the world was still learning how to train peasants, Lucas was already unleashing Death Knights, Blood Moon Archers, and Shadow Banshees from his evolving Lair. With Selena by his side, he painted the lands crimson with the blood of Lords, monsters, and gods alike.He didn’t want peace.He didn’t want justice.He only wanted war.“In the night, there is no mercy—only my will.”— Lucas NightveilAs his Night Empire rises, the world learns one eternal command:“Bow to the Vampire Queen. Or be devoured by her King.”

The new book “I'm Really the Clan Leader” has been released. Please give your recommendations to the new book!I am the introduction divider......There is no real cruelty or tyranny between races, all that exists is the survival and proliferation of a tribe.An unfamiliar soul, holding a treasure of a heaven and earth, descends onto these desolate wilds, becoming the leader of a small tribe, leading the tribe to dominate a region, from being weak to becoming strong, begins a long journey of conquest.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.