The Dawn of the New World - Chapter 1338 A Commemorative Memorial

In his previous life, Tang Shi was a cannon fodder. For a jerk, he even turned down a blind date his father arranged for him, but finally died in the hands of his lover and half-blooded elder brother.

Before he died, his elder brother told him that the one that always went against him, teased him and used him as a bait was the one who truly loved him, also that blind date his father had arranged for him—Yan Xu.

Feeling regretful?

What would have happened if he hadn’t made that kind of choice from the very beginning?

A random invitation completely changed one man's life. Never to live the same ordinary days ever again.

Dungeons appeared, followed by the discovery of monsters and mystical races; the common sense of the modern world turned on its head the moment superhumans began to awaken and fight back these monsters.

Because they found something spectacular when killing the monsters...

The monsters dropped special items, from weapons and armour to resources and gold.

They were heralds of a new era!

These new resources could fuel the world's power, making fossil fuels and nuclear power obsolete.

Overnight, the world as people knew it changed.

Reality warped, welcoming the end of normal life and causing the world to spiral deeper into a mysterious chain of events.

The boy shouldering immense debt, inferior feelings due to his looks and dropping out of university.

Maybe fate gifted him this chance while looking at the strange app.

He has the chance to turn his life around forever, so he chooses.

To enter the Eternal Dungeon.

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Untolerated by heaven, a boy was restricted by the most powerful spell.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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