Neurolink System in the Modern World - Chapter 75 Parasites of Society

(Apocalypse Farming, Sweet Pet 1V1) As soon as she opened her eyes, Su Shu found herself reborn two months before the Apocalypse. Before her rebirth, a certain man watched over her and protected her for three years, almost going as far as dragging her home to swallow her whole. After her rebirth, not only did she have to raise her adorable genius niece, but she also had to take care of a wolfish husband. This Apocalypse was a bit different! The pitiful her from her previous life now not only had a heaven-defying space, but also blood-related family, and on top of that, the indulgent spoiling of Tang Dashao, who sprinkled dog food without restraint. Su Shu thought, even if the heavens required her to reset and start over once again, it wouldn't matter. She would just meet Buddha, kill Buddha; meet a ghost, kill a ghost!

What is the bright side?

The boundless shadow void.

Compared with the power of light that represents the order of the universe, the power of shadow that interacts with it will make people involuntarily have negative associations.

The Old Gods, the Lords of the Void, and… the unavoidable loss of control.

Is the power of shadow really difficult to break away from the control of the ancient gods and cannot be truly mastered by mortals?

The traverser Andrea has a different opinion on this.

Accidental crossing, came in Azeroth’s most dangerous period of the ancient war.

Andrea, who was blessed by the moon god Elune, had many questions about this world she thought she was very familiar with.

“Moon God” Elune, is it really just the Moon God?

Since she is not the Titan star soul that people imagined, what kind of existence is Elune?

Why did Tyrande gain the strange power of the so-called dark side of the moon when she sacrificed to Elune in the future?

“When your heart is toward the light, the shadows are silently looking back at you.” ——by Andrea Moon Shadow

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During an internal Navy hearing, the top brass conducted a serious inquiry into Rogers Daren, the so-called “scum of the Marines” and Admiral of the North Blue.“You’ve had improper relations with royal princesses and noble ladies from multiple North Blue kingdoms?”“I call it showing care for the people.”Marines High Command: …“How do you explain the absurdly high salaries of the North Blue Marines under your command?”“Well, with what the HQ pays, how else do you expect them to risk their lives?”Marines High Command: (ーー`)“Why is the North Blue fleet equipped with technology from Germa?”“That’s just military-civilian cooperation. Germa 66 was moved by my sense of justice.”Marines High Command: (○_○)“And how do you explain the unusual deaths of a Celestial Dragon in the North Blue?”Daren sighed.“A maritime accident… truly unfortunate. I personally express my deepest condolences.”Marines High Command: (._.?)And so begins the story of a rebellious, unorthodox Marine.

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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