The Veil of Darkness - Chapter 61: Bonding Together**

In the year 2030, Samsara Online, a 100% immersive VRMMORPG that allows players to bring their innate real-world skills to the virtual world, is launched and supported by the World Central Bank.

[Single Female Lead] [New Genre] [Absolutely Amazing]My name is Chen Huaian. I've been diagnosed with cancer and I'm dying.Recently, I became obsessed with a game where you raise a virtual girlfriend. I spent money buying her cultivation techniques and magical artifacts. Although my wallet is empty now, I couldn't be happier.I always thought it was just a game... until one day, my virtual girlfriend gave me a pill. In the next second, the pill appeared in my hand...I... seem to... not have to die anymore?!———————————————My name is Li Qingran.I was crippled, my spiritual roots were dug up, and I was expelled from my sect. Now, I huddle in a broken hut waiting for death.I thought my life had come to an end, but then I encountered a mysterious senior who had never shown his face before. This senior healed my wounds, helped me cultivate, and I grew stronger and stronger, eventually becoming the strongest sword cultivator in the Azure Cloud Realm.I've heard that the spiritual energy of the Azure Cloud Realm is running dry, the Dao is darkening, and powerful beings from the Immortal Realm plan to merge with another world where spiritual energy is about to revive. A great conflict is about to break out. Even becoming an immortal carries the risk of falling.I search the world for any trace of that senior.I must protect him and become his Cultivation Companion!!!———————————————Alternative Titles:“Though I'm in the Late Stages of Cancer, My Wife is a Sword Immortal”“Training the Golden Finger in Advance”“You Laugh at Me for Being the Biggest Fool, I Laugh at You for Being a Single Dog”“I'm Not Spending Money, I'm Investing in Dao Opportunities”“You Think I'm Raising a Virtual Pet? No, That's a Cyber BOSS!”

A world where the [Demon King] was defeated by a [Hero] that came from another world. People carelessly forgot about their fear of the [Demon King] and of monsters, living in peace.

In a forgotten and run-down cave in the mountains, a new monster that should not have been born was given birth.

The monster’s name was the [Black Ooze]. It was nothing exceptional other than its black color, an ordinary slime.

However, this slime had the special characteristic of being able to take the abilities of the living things it swallowed. It preyed on an insect that had paralytic poison, as well as other animals. Following that, it attacked a human, obtaining his knowledge and [Desire].

Before long, the monster established its target as the female mage that came to explore the cave.

This world still wasn’t aware.

They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.