Reborn In The Apocalypse: It Had Always Been You - Chapter 96

My name is Duncan Grimshaw, A hunter, I just had been married to my wife and we still didn't have any children. One day, While exploring the Dungeon with my Party, we found a strange thing that people will never expect to find in the Dungeon, a child, a small black child that somehow lives in the Dungeon.

Seeing that, I can only wonder ... how can a child exist in the Dungeon? who's are his parents?

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Wu Tao, a small mysterious trader, suddenly appears in the city of Jinan and encounters with Yuanbao, a foxy little beggar. Wu Taos identity as a trader is suspected soon, because on the day before he appears, Sun Jicheng, a millionare in Jinan dies a mysterious death, and people finds the dead one is his substitute. Around the countless wealth, confusing identity and the seven mysterious stars in the little beggar, various figures come on stage, starting a magical adventure story.

“Doctor, it seems there’s something wrong with my emotions.”

“There’s a clown in the West City circus who can make everyone laugh. I think he can certainly help you.”

“But Doctor… I am that clown.”

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Waking up in a strange room,

Leonard Churchill finds himself lying next to a stunning woman.

Assuming good fortune has come knocking,

but the eerie part is, she’s a corpse without any heartbeat or breath.

Just when he thinks he’s been roped into a bizarre murder scene,

After a closer inspection,

He realizes,

Shockingly, she isn’t human!

This is a fantastical world after the Great Catastrophe, under the fog-covered land lies countless Underground Cities left by the ancients.

A Treasure Hunter wearing a clown mask travels alone in the dark.

He is Joker Leonard Churchill, the Catastrophe King!

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In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?