Dance with the Nightingale - Chapter 117 - 112: The Tree of Light

In a world where power is stolen from the blood of dead gods, the strong feast, and the weak are forgotten. Dante “the Fox” Hollow knows this all too well—he’s a low-tier Harvester, scraping by on leftover drops of divinity while the real monsters take everything. Quick with a blade, quicker with his mouth, and always one step ahead of trouble, Dante dreams of a day when he won’t have to run anymore.That day comes when he stumbles upon the abandoned resting place of a god—not just any god, but the Trickster himself. A legend, a liar, a master of chaos. And Dante? He’s just stupid enough to take a sip.Now, the hunger is setting in. The whispers in his head are getting louder. The gods are watching, and some aren’t happy. Dante’s power is growing—too fast, too dangerous—but the higher he climbs, the closer he gets to losing himself.Because there’s one rule every Harvester knows: the more you steal from the gods, the less of you remains.And Dante? He plans to steal everything.

In a world ruled filled with runes, Matt is reborn at the lowest rung of society after being sold off by his family.But Matt is no stranger to politics and power. Once a soldier and a cunning leader who bent entire nations to his will, death could not erase his sins—or rather his ambition.This new world is far from simple.Yet, Matt carries more than memories of his past life—he wields powers so extraordinary that they could turn kings into beggars and saints into monsters.But with great power comes an unsettling truth.As cryptic messages flood his vision—_____________[ You have obtained the Divine ability- Cursed Re… ][ You have obtained the Divine ability- Demonix Blo… ]...[ Would you like to tranform your rune into... ]...[ You have slained the Slug win... ][ You gained... ]_____________And with each surge of his newfound abilities, a disturbing realization takes hold: Matt is no longer certain he’s even human.What has he become—a monster, a weapon, or something far more terrifying?Something vast, unknowable, and merciless stirs in the shadows, pulling the strings of fate. Caught in its game, Matt must decide whether to embrace this power or risk being consumed by it.In a realm where deceit rules, strength speaks, and the line between salvation and damnation is razor-thin, Matt must decide what it means to live, to fight, and to survive.******My talent grow infinitely.I grow stronger even as I sleep, what's considered best for others is the least for me.I can stack skill infinitely._____________The main character of this novel is slightly based on Fang Yuan. Though, he will have a borderline.This will have Talent awakening, some mystery, Op abilities, beast mastery and a lot more...For faster updates, show your support.Read my review for more details...

In a world where life energy fuels martial prowess, Shen Yifan, with a mere mortal lifespan of a hundred years, finds solace in slaying demons to extend his own vitality. Amidst the chaos of a realm teeming with malevolence, he brandishes his blade, striking terror into the hearts of creatures who have roamed the earth for centuries! Yet, amidst his valiant exploits, Shen Yifan sometimes ponders, why does his lifespan seem to dwindle faster with each use of his powers? Sheathing his sword, he gazes skyward, hearing tales of the divine palace in the heavens, where immortal beings dwell, having weathered endless eons. Embarking on a celestial journey, he seeks to beseech the gods for a loan of a million years, to pave his path towards eternal life.

“Mr. Hu Lai, today’s football forwards like you who can only score goals are getting narrower and narrower … But nevertheless, you have achieved dazzling achievements. What is your secret to success?”

On a winter afternoon, Hu Lai showed reporters from all over the world the honor he had just received, and some reporters asked him such questions.

Facing the eyes cast by the reporters, Hu Lai’s thoughts returned to the afternoon when he was in high school. He stood alone beside the stadium to watch other students play games. They did not let him play, thinking he was here to make trouble.

He also thought of what the coach said to him with a straight face: “Hu Lai, if you can’t pay ten times the effort of others, your talent is just worthless stones.” And a disdainful voice: “Modern football The demands on the center are getting higher and more comprehensive. What’s the use of shooting only? ”

In the end, his thoughts were frozen at that time, and the night was already looming in the eastern sky. In the middle of the abandoned vacant land covered with grass, a girl said to him very seriously: “Hu Lai, you are actually gifted. , And a great talent! Because you know where the goal is! ”
Hu Lai stared at the girl’s eyes, and saw the sunset behind him from those eyes.

The sunlight is reflected in the pupils, flowing, burning, condensing into a halo, as if to melt yourself in this light.

Hu Lai, who withdrew his thoughts, returned to this warm winter afternoon, facing the excited reporters, he smiled slightly: “Because I know, the goal is there.”

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