Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily - Chapter 1423

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.

At the moment of her suicide, she was filled with joy, for her great vengeance had been satisfied, and her wishes were fulfilled.Yet, heaven ordained her rebirth before the apocalyptic world.In her past life, she harbored fear towards his possessive imprisonment.In this life, she depended on him, was infatuated with him, clung to him, loved him.Together, they faced ghostly trickeries and walked through the hell on earth, never to be separated again.

Keiran has always dreamed of being a hero—exploring vast worlds, defeating powerful foes, and growing stronger with every battle.In his favorite RPGs, he could live that fantasy. But when he's suddenly summoned by the god of Eteria, his dream becomes reality.Chosen to stand against the encroaching darkness threatening to consume the world, Keiran is granted four extraordinary abilities: the power to absorb, upgrade, create, and transfer skills.With limitless potential at his fingertips, he embarks on an adventure to collect, refine, and bestow incredible powers upon allies and himself.As he hones his abilities, forging new paths in magic and combat, Keiran will shape Eteria’s fate.From a summoned gamer to a legendary hero, he will not only fight the darkness—he will redefine what it means to be powerful.

“It’s finally here,” said the man with the sword in an echoing whisper.

“The Tower of Choice, the last 100 floors!” the band of five exclaimed in unison.

Angelica came down from the altar with a dull look, seemingly annoying.

Then we looked around.

“I tell you once again, but you’ve had a lot of trouble in the meantime. I couldn’t have climbed to the 100th floor alone without you.”

Thud!

One by one, they fall to the floor.

Angelica’s dagger pierced my neck, and I felt a darkening in front of my eyes with a tumultuous rage. My awareness faded, from my senses, from everything else. After that, everything was eroded by profound darkness.