I Can Only Cultivate In A Game - Chapter 85: Wind Glide

In his past life, he climbed to the 69th floor, and reached the limit of his potential.

Now, reborn, he has returned to the past, when the almighty Tower first summoned him. He will work his way up again, step by careful step.

This time, he will climb to the top.

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Jin Yang received a birthday present at the age of 20. He received a baby wrapped in a blanket and placed it in a box. The paternity test results told him that this was indeed his child.What? What did that happen? In Jin Yang's memory, he had never had sex with a woman. How did this child come about?Lin Shenshen had gotten pregnant before marriage and was despised by her family. She had liked Jin Yang for many years, but one day, she disappeared. She would never pester Jin Yang again and stop him from getting close to other girls.Jin Yang gave the child a name. He realized that this brat was very smart, but his personality was becoming more and more like the girl in his memory.Six years later, at Lin Shenshen's lowest, Jin Yang found her along with his son.“I'll find you a beautiful stepmother.”“What about my own mother? Is she not as pretty as this young lady?”Lin Shenshen picked up her son and kissed him on the cheek.“Where did this child come from?”“Baby, let Mommy tell you—you were born in Mommy's dream!” The couple, Lin Shenshen and Jin Yang, kept teasing the little kid.Jin Yang, “Honey, why don't you elaborate? How did you give birth in your dream?!”

A talented young man, Cyril Felling, just entered a prestigious academy of the great Empire, ready to begin his new life. Everything was supposed to go well.But suddenly he started seeing a strange woman trying to talk to him that no other human could see.Next, there was a student from the same grade saying she could see the future and that the world is in danger.And finally he discovered that his body was hiding some mysteries as well.All he wanted was to learn magic and prepare to fight demons in peace, yet he keeps encountering one weird situation after another.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.