Tangled By Fate - Chapter 269 - SHE FREAKED OUT

An unnamed scout, sacrificed on the battlefield of the Southern Border, is miraculously reborn in an alternate universe. Unexpectedly, he becomes a shaman of the Orc Kingdom, even more, a rare Dragon Shaman that appears once in a millennium. What's more, he is cursed with the Blood Sacrifice of the vilest magic pet!What lies behind this curse?A charming beauty of the Fox Tribe, a Mermaid Princess from the Abyss Kingdom, a mysterious Clam Girl from the East, a Swan Warrior maiden, who is the very embodiment of an angel, all these arrive at his side one by one.Mysterious Panda Warriors from the Eastern Panta Clan, powerful Elephant Warriors of the Orephin Clan, the invincible Whale Knights of the Banilou Tribe, from the deep sea, to the formidable warriors of Summer Palace will follow our protagonist on the stage of a grand war, carving their own path to glory.Witness how our protagonist confronts his new identity, challenges the formidable human magic and invincible legions with the heroic Orc war-song. Witness how our protagonist take on the identity of the Double Dragon Shaman to defeat the Dragon Knights, leading the Bimon warriors, whose brilliance is gradually fading, and penning a saga of zero mortality amidst the battle with foreign invaders!

A single distrustful phone call to the authorities led Ling Ke, who had crossed over to the eve of the Third Honkai Eruption, to endure years of torment as a lab rat.By now, the Crimson Herrscher had already “transcended,” Kiana was with Anti-Entropy, Mei was with World Serpent, and Bronya had long since reunited with Seele...As for Ling Ke, he had become the Herrscher of Dominance, commanding a thousand puppets.“From this moment on, I will exact my revenge upon this world!”The once ordinary Chinese man who had crossed over into this world, now completely consumed by darkness, revealed a terrifying, twisted grin.A forewarning—this is not a happy story.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

He always told me that he dreamed of me at night.