I Was Stuck on the Same Day For a Thousand Years - Chapter 245

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

Wu Rong died in his last life, and his half life’s hard work was given cheaply to that pair of scum man and woman. He didn’t expect that after closing his eyes, he opened them and he was reborn!

But the world after his rebirth, it seems, something is wrong?

Scientific subversion, miraculous recovery! Aunties danced in the square with the Dancing God, and the pen fairies in the stationery shop were out of stock. The whole society started a metaphysical upsurge. What’s more, since Wu Rong’s rebirth, strangers have been scrambling to call him.

Stranger A: Wu Rong, don’t die! Remember, on September 15, 2142, you must go out for a trip, or you will die!

Stranger B: Boss, it’s me! You should quickly die and we will rule the world together!

Stranger C: Hahahaha Wu Rong, Wu Rong, I’m back. Just you wait. I’ll eat you one mouthful at a time to relieve my hatred!

Stranger D: Hello, is it Wu Rong? I’m the Director of the Federal Security Administration. Please pay attention to your own safety and don’t die!

……

Wu Rong: ???

It’s said that after my death, I became the strongest ghost king in the world and almost ruled the world?

……

There was something wrong with this miraculous and resurgent world. Countless people and ghosts have been reborn from the future of the reign of the ghost king Wu Rong. At this time, in the future, the ghost king Wu Rong, who was full of resentment and hatred, tyrannical and murderous, was still just an unruly little gangster, Brother Rong.

Some people wished Wu Rong would never die and just live like a bastard. Others were eager to see the Ghost King come earlier. Even the resentful ghost begged and couldn’t help being infatuated to the extreme, loving him enough to kill him…

Wu Rong: ??? What the hell is this??

As a result, under the multiple influences of the rebirths, Wu Rong has lived a colorful life since then, and even went back to the Miao area by accident to inherit his family property.

A few years later, the reborn people found out that the plot was not quite right.

Where is the Ghost King Wu Rong??

Who is this genius Gu master who appears in the world news all day long?!

- Description from Novelupdates

Heaven Concealing Great Sage Xie Chuan was plotted against by his enemy. Trapped within the God Burial Valley, he found a supreme martial technique hidden in a tomb called Demon Refining Heaven Swallowing technique.

Millions of years after the betrayal, reincarnated in a direct disciple’s body belonging to a small sect named Cloud Mist Sect, Xie Chuan finally broke out and escaped from God Burial Valley.

“In my previous life, I had only concealed the heaven with my hands. This life, I want to refine demons and swallow the heaven!”

The heaven swallowing expert who walked out of God Burial Valley was just born!

- Description from Novelupdates

By a series of freakish accidents, she provokes the feared and mysterious “God of Night”.

When someone bullies her, he says, “Only two types of people bully my wife: those who haven’t crossed her path, and those who have already died. Which do you want to be?”

When someone questions her, he says, “Everything my wife does is right! Those who disagree can have a little chat with me!”

When he goes home, he pleads in a low voice, “Wifey~ Can I not sleep in the study today?”

“You can consider sleeping on the streets.”

“Well, I’ll sleep in the study, then.”

At night, he abducts his freshly-showered wife into the study. She shrieks, “Sheng Nanxuan! What are you doing?!”

“Sleeping… in… the… study!”

The next day, his wife dashes out of the room with tears in her eyes and a sore waist. That isn’t what she meant by “sleeping in the study”…