VRMMORPG: Dragomancer Reborn - Chapter 93 Making His Own Weapon

On the night of his marriage proposal, Xu Yang was dumped by his ex-girlfriend.Feeling heavy-hearted, he went to a bar to drown his sorrows.He didn’t remember much about what happened that night, but he woke up with a stunning beauty lying next to him. At first glance, she looked somewhat familiar.Wasn’t she his ex-girlfriend’s sister?And it seemed like she was about to wake up!What should he do? He’s anxiously waiting…

In a world where dungeons loom like dark secrets and monsters stalk the land, Rem’s awakening shattered the status quo. A surge of raw power flooded his veins as the Monster Monarch System bound itself to him, unlocking a terrifying potential.Each heartbeat echoed with the promise of countless souls waiting to be absorbed—skills, abilities, and monstrous strength ready to be claimed.Fuelled by an insatiable thirst for power, Rem set out on a deadly quest, driven by one singular goal: to rise above the chaos and stand at the pinnacle of the world. With nothing but the deadly abilities granted by the System, and a burning will to crush any who dared stand in his way, he carved his path through savage lands and ruthless mages.The hunt for strength never ends. The battle for supremacy has only just begun. Rem’s eyes are set on the throne of the Monarchs, and the Monster Monarch System will ensure nothing stands between him and his destiny.The grind was eternal...

“Classes” are given at the age of 10, and the presence or absence of “skills” greatly affect life. Arel, the son of “Sword Princess” Fara and “Magic King” Leon, has been branded as “Classless”… But even without a job or skills, Arel believes he can persevere through effort.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.