High School of Demon Hunting - Chapter 375 - 44 A Non-Famous Conjecture _1

Feng Lingxi was the traditional family’s head mistress – a person with a charismatic yet sly personality with the ability to attract people easily to her side, and having the potential to take someone’s soul away. Crossing across boundaries from a decade ago to now, a world that gives woman full respect and acknowledgement….

Don’t be fooled by her, because she was someone who would act obediently in front of a crowd but, stabs them in the back when necessary! Disguising as someone that would gain her trust and belief! That was why the Emperor of Xian started doting on her, allowing her to become absurdly daring to do whatever she liked. This made the Empress speechless to tears.
That would be the cause of the kingdom’s downfall in the near future…

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Kai of the Sorcerer’s Tower is one of the last mages left, barely surviving in a world ruled by creatures of the dark — where the era of mages ended, and most of the lands got contaminated with dead mana. To save his world and fulfil his master’s last wish, he put himself through a forbidden ritual, risking his soul being ripped into pieces to make his way into the past. In an era with abundant mana — an era yet to enter the Golden Era of Magic. Things go wrong, of course, as they always do, and he finds himself thousands of years before the world fell to mana contamination — in the body of a young lord, Arzan. All is not well, though, as the young lord was murdered by someone right at the cusp of a beast wave threatening the territory, while larger threats loom on the horizon. There was a lot to do for Kai to regain his former strength in this time of primitive technology, but then again, he might just be able to change that.

It was a life without regret. My parents were in good health, and I wasn’t homey enough for me to combine my studies and part-time jobs.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.