Cosmic Trading System - Chapter 1265 - 102 A Sword Divides Heaven and

Sylas Gray returns to his hometown in the countryside for a winter vacation to his ancestral home, only to find himself caught in the midst of an apocalyptic outbreak. The world descends into chaos as the undead overrun everything, and the small town he grew up in is no exception.With hope dwindling and death lurking around every corner, Sylas witnesses unspeakable horrors—brutal killings, betrayals, and the darker side of human nature. Yet, amidst the despair, Sylas refuses to give up. Determined to escape the town and reach the capital, he is thrust into a shocking revelation.A mysterious change occurs within him, granting Sylas the ability to sense and control space. He discovers that he possesses a pocket of space within his own body—a power that could be his key to survival.Follow Sylas as he embarks on a perilous journey, fighting to survive, uncovering the truth behind the apocalypse, and discovering the true potential of his newfound abilities.

A Time Loop Thriller Without Time Travel. No Superpowers. Just Mastery.Eron Vale wakes up at 7:00 AM every single day—the same day. For the world, time moves forward. For him, it's been over 100,000 loops of the exact same 24 hours.No powers. No resets for the world. Only him.He’s died. He’s starved. He’s gone insane—and come back sharper each time. But now, after centuries of learning every face, flaw, and secret in the city, he’s done watching.Eron begins executing his final plan: to infiltrate and take control of the most powerful secret organization in the world—Helix—using nothing but perfect timing, manipulation, and skill.Every conversation is a test he’s passed thousands of times. Every ally is a pawn he’s moved before. Every threat? Already defeated in another try.But this time, it has to be perfect.Because he’s done reliving this day.And for the first time in 100,000 tries…He’s making his move.

Talent, appearance, power.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”