Pokémon: Chronicles of Freedom - Chapter 614 - 613: Slowking’s Contact with Quasi-Purple Quality

Stumbling upon a game, I found myself immersed in a script brimming with excitement: superpowers, oddities, curious artifacts, and demons...Here, one can not only delight in the pleasure of grinding but also touch an infinite degree of freedom and even experience the curious thrill of being carried away by monsters!Let’s not talk too much, happiness, just happiness is all that matters!

When it collapses, it is impossible to speak, the imaginary number tree in the quantum sea.

Along with the prosperity of civilization, the disaster called Honkai will come silently.

Apocalypse, Famine, Herrscher, End.

No one is the savior of the world, only the warriors who fight for a better world.

However, in an accident, they got an accidental gift against the collapsed and successful civilization.

The information called the future, the reward in line with the heart, and the punishment of sorrow.

Can they use this to meet the challenge of collapse?

Bronya: Betrayal is a silver smile.

Raiden Mei: I will fall into darkness, and you will return to light.

Kiana: I’m Kiana, also k423, and more importantly, Xilin.

Otto: Old friend, I’m not lying.

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Song Woo-Moon is the son of a simple inn owner in the countryside.

His body is weak since childhood, and one day, a landscape painting received as a gift from an old Daoist causes his mind to become weak as well.

For years, he is teased as being the village fool, and he grows up as nothing more than a pathetic burden to his parents.

The day he turns twenty, however, his life changes!

Something awakens within him—the supreme martial arts within the landscape painting!

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I don’t know why I die, I don’t know why I live.

Divided hunters die of loyalty,

The witch who plays with emotions dies of love,

Cautious fortune-tellers die of trust.

The thief who steals everything has nothing,

The visionary who created everything never existed.

The traveler fell on his way home,

The twilight giants rest before dawn.

Lawyers sacrifice for order,

Judges forget the law.

The sleepless sleeps in the dark,

The corpse collector lay in the coffin.

We are guardians, and a bunch of poor creatures who are constantly fighting against danger and madness.

This journey is life and death.

While drowning was inevitable, they had struggled.

This is the worst of times, this is the best of times.

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