World After Worlds - Chapter 335: § NIGHT-NIGHT §

Marlon, your typical bullied high school kid, fell into a pit on Earth and climbed out into Arden, a brutal world overrun by demonic beasts, monsters, and deadly extraterrestrial creatures that threatened humanity.In this world, humans could wield the apocalyptic energy called Aether to unlock systems and awaken supernatural talents to fend against the calamities.But Marlon’s new life began as that of a weakling, a laughing stock among everyone.Until fate handed him a rare, extraordinary talent: Absolute Attack.From a powerless outcast, he rose to become a heaven-shaking hero, his fists alone wielding unimaginable abilities—amplifying strength, healing wounds, bending reality, and even creating worlds.=====Join Discord: https://discord.gg/AMzKCWZp2x=====

Su Yu grew up in a single-parent family with his father. He lived a relatively simple life and was not someone with grand ambitions. He only aspired to join a research academy and get a job as a researcher, staying far away from the dangerous battlefield. His peaceful life was shattered one day when his father, a retired veteran, decided to return to the battlefield.

Worried about his father, Su Yu embarked on a journey to gain enough strength to join his father on the battlefield. What was the fastest way to gain strength? Joining a war academy. Or was that really the case? Su Yu soon learned that the path of a researcher was not as it seemed. Unlike the war academies that focused on physical cultivation, the research academies walked a different path: mental cultivation. Which path would Su Yu choose?

Join Su Yu in his adventures as he walks a unique path of cultivation and rises to the apex of cultivation.

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