Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor - Chapter 830 Well, Of Course, You’re Grateful.

Daytime belongs to the human world, while Deceit Night returns to the netherworld.Since the arrival of the sinister night, demons and evil spirits have brought disaster to humanity, and generations of our ancestors have struggled to survive.This blade of mine can eliminate evil, slay demons, defeat wickedness, exterminate devils, destroy evil!From now on, nighttime shall be like daytime!

A life I didn't ask for..A world I couldn't call my own...I'm Edward Walters. That's what I'll tell anybody if I'm ever asked. Because, that was the name I answered back one Earth.But now, in this new world I reincarnated in— a medieval one of swords and magic— I'm known by many names.. The Undisputed Prodigy, The Anomaly of my generation, The Legend Blank, and... Charles Liam Flameworth.But I didn't ask for any of these.I didn't ask for the titles, the power, the wealth, the sufferings, the wars, and the fame. I.. I just wanted to go back home. But fate pinned me to this world, giving me no way back.Untill I decided— if fate doesn't give me a chance.. I'll make one for myself. I'll shatter this so called fate, and I'll go back to my family.This is the story of the Anomaly that defied Fate. The one who Reincarnated as a Genius Mage.

He was very happy to be reborn, but why was he sixteen again, he can’t bear to look back at that time.

Why does he return to being sixteen years old, yet still meet Doomsday?

It’s alright to encounter the end of the world, so why did he have to fall in love with someone?

Even if he falls in love with another person, why did it have to be a man?

Falling in love with a man is also alright, so why did it need to be a secret one-sided love?

Even a secret and unrequited love is alright, so why is that man his….

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”