MTL - Reborn in Hong Kong: The Tycoon Grows Up - v2 Chapter 1852 unexpected

I’ll give you an opportunity—but not for free.Gates have opened all over Earth, unleashing hordes of monsters from other dimensions. Humanity stands on the brink of extinction, with only ten years left until the end of Earth as it is.With my awakened skills, Record and Time Rabbit’s Luggage, I’ve spent seventy-six lifetimes trudging through these grueling regressions. The repetition ends here, on this Attempt.But it’s unfair if I’m the only one suffering, right? So let’s share the burden.“Ah, don’t sweat it! I’ll give you a good opportunity. For what you’re getting, it’s a bargain, don’t you think?”

“Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal bloody shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness!

Can love find a second chance?

Mo Lixin had three medical operations in her previous life.

The first time, she gave birth to his child, but he thought it was some other man’s child. The second time, she had a coronary heart disease, but he never knew. The third time, she needed to replace her liver. but she never breathed again.

She laid down to rest, never to awake.

He remembers her sweet face in particular.

Only when death comes near does one realize a love lost through the seasons of time.

I realize that you are the source of my happiness. I have hurt you… caused you pain… in the next life, I hope to make up for my mistakes… I will guard your happiness… make you laugh… forever… I’m in love with you…

Given a second chance, Ji Nanfeng vowed to never let her suffer. He vowed, forever and always. For her, he’d trod through hell and fire to keep her safe.

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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.