MTL - The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus - Chapter 161 Royal sword

Adam was having a great time camping in the woods with his girlfriend until they where suddenly attacked. During the attack his girlfriend was shot while he was thrown from a cliff.Unconscious and on the verge of death an android appeared before taking him to a place called Spector where they healed him.Now this Spector wants him to be it's operator whatever that means but before that he needs to settle the grudge he has against those who attacked him and killed his girlfriend.Armed with advanced technology Adam hunts them down before heading out to explore the universe.Strangely though he has to do all this and more while livestreaming to the whole universe.…I plan to use the usernames of readers who leave comments as some of the livestream viewers in the novel, so if you want to be included leave a comment.Also add what planet you would like to be from and if you would rather your viewer be pro mc or against the mc or maybe you just want to see the universe burn.

They were born with magic, raised in chaos, and trained in sarcasm.Now the royal kids are all grown up—and the world isn’t ready.Between family feuds, resurrected villains, and a five-year-old firebender with an attitude, the palace is basically a magical daycare with crowns. But when revenge hits home and the kids take charge, things get wild, weird, and a little too flammable.Royal duties? Nah.Sibling wars? Always.Saving the kingdom? Accidental.Welcome to the most dysfunctional, dangerously magical, and absolutely hilarious royal family you’ll ever meet.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…