The Primordial Record - Chapter 425 The Origin Of Angels (I)

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

In a world where survival depends on victory in an alien battlefield, warriors are assigned a crucial keyword that determines their fate.With attributes that rapidly grow when aligned with their keyword, they gain superhuman abilities.But if their persona collapses, they weaken. In this apocalyptic-like world, acting skills are paramount.Acting is sustenance, glory, privilege, and life. Join the battle and discover the true meaning of bravery, cunning, righteousness, and more.

# SPATIAL # FOOD # FIGUREHEAD # AGRICULTUREThe only daughter of General Dingguo was lost the year she was born, and everyone thought she had very bad luck. Who would have thought that more than ten years later, they would find her? The young master and ladies of various families in the capital gossiped a lot about it, saying this young lady from the General’s house must be stupid, poor, ugly, and unwanted. Hearing this, the new champion sneered, “They call her stupid?” The richest man in Jiangnan mocked, “They call her poor?” The jade-face divine doctor scoffed, “They call her ugly?”The Imperial Army’s commander was puzzled. “They say she’s unwanted?”These men captivated all women everywhere, but when they saw that mountain girl, they were all smitten and had eyes for no other. The blood-stained, cold, and aloof prince held his sword and gave a chilling smile. “Who will you choose, my fiancee?”

When he was five years old, Xiao Yihan swaggered into Jiang Wei’s room, hugging his little quilt: “Jiang Xiaowei, there’s no one at my home. My dad doesn’t feel assured leaving me alone and told me to come over and sleep at your place.”Jiang Wei stared at him with her wet, round eyes: “If you sleep here, where will I sleep?”Xiao Yihan patted the spot next to him on the bed and said with a serious little adult-like expression: “Here. After all, I’m going to marry you sooner or later. Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility!”Jiang Wei: “……”What kind of responsibility could a little kid who only plays in the mud take?A story with a bit of sweetness about a cold, aloof dance major girl versus a mischievous medical school heartthrob guy.