Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~ - Chapter 71: Battle of Clavicule 2 (1)

According to the doctor, the emotional part of his brain was already damaged from birth, and this car accident caused irreversible damage to him.But according to the doctor, he should still have 1-2 emotions and maybe this emotion could bring back the other emotions.Tom didn't care much about this, he was already empty, nothing much had changed.or so he thoughtWhen he went to school after losing everything, the world had a big surprise for him, butAnd this was the beginning of the awakening of the Thrill Monster, feared by even the craziest

In a fascinating new world, Sam finds himself reincarnated as a developer of unique simulations for a society of monster hunters known as “Hunters.” These skilled individuals employ advanced simulations to sharpen their abilities and acquire new skills essential for their dangerous profession. Drawing from the popular video games of his past life, Sam crafts immersive experiences that challenge and prepare the Hunters for the perils they face. As he navigates this thrilling realm, he discovers the impact of his creations and the true essence of bravery in the fight against formidable monsters.

Six months ago, tens of thousands of black phantom towers appeared all over the world, floating above the cities. Chemists, physicists, religious people… all of them could do nothing.

Six months later, people became used to the towers and no longer paid them attention.

One day, Tang Mo saw a flying insect crash into it instead of going through it. The next day, a sharp and clear child-like voice issued an announcement to all humans.

“Ding dong! November 15th, 2017. The earth is online.”

The black tower’s three iron-clad rules:

1. Everything is explained by the black tower.

2. 6 o’clock to 18 o’clock is the game time.

3. All players, please strive to attack the tower.

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I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.