Rivers of the Night - Chapter 356: Manifested Echo

A talented young man, Cyril Felling, just entered a prestigious academy of the great Empire, ready to begin his new life. Everything was supposed to go well.But suddenly he started seeing a strange woman trying to talk to him that no other human could see.Next, there was a student from the same grade saying she could see the future and that the world is in danger.And finally he discovered that his body was hiding some mysteries as well.All he wanted was to learn magic and prepare to fight demons in peace, yet he keeps encountering one weird situation after another.

I became a female character in a martial arts game I’ve played for the first time.

I know absolutely nothing about Murim, though…

With the Heavenly Medical Skills and Peerless Martial Arts under his belt, his master had made him descend the mountain to become a live-in son-in-law, all to temper his character! And his wife was an ice queen, who wouldn't even let him touch her, always wearing a cold expression and even expecting him to fetch water for her footbaths!Now, three years had gone by, and the agreed period had come to an end. Surprisingly, the ice queen of a wife decisively asked for a divorce. But the moment he stepped out of the civil affairs office, he found six stunning beauties standing at the door, whose loveliness made even her feel inferior!The ice queen of a wife, “President Su! You, why are you here?”His senior sister, Su Yumei, “I'm here to pick up my little junior brother! Your former husband!”

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.