A Transmigrator's Story in the Hyuga's Main Branch - Chapter 135: The Southern Front: A Critical Turning Point (1)

Levian's life was supposed to be over.His awakening at the ceremony had failed seven times, and he had been left without powers. A man without powers was useless in war and a disgrace to their family.However, Levian's luck was greater than he could ever imagine.That same night, he found an awakening stone on his bed. One that looked different from any other he had seen before.Levian did not hesitate to try an eighth time.[Legendary Weapons Talent, awakened!][Weapon Fusion Talent, Awakened!][Mythical Weapon Potential!]With this, his life changes for the better.However, his awakening brings about other troubles and secrets that he had no clue of.Ones that threaten not only him, but the entire world itself.[THE ENTITIES ARE COMING!]Follow Levian on his journey towards legendary weapons mastery.

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“I’ll always be by your side, next to you, on top of you, behind you... The choice is yours to make.”

An immortal who has lived a millennium...

He went by many names, many lives, many titles, but one stuck with him the most...

Kaden. One look and you'd think you've met the devil. Dangerous, devious, and indifferent, people always bowed their heads to him—except for the woman that brought the tyrant to his knees.

A woman with a special ability and curse...

Lina. She was cursed with clairvoyance—the ability to see a person's close or far future. When most don't remember their childhood, Lina remembered her first life. Since birth, she had repeated nightmares about a man who supposedly died. 1000 years after his death, Lina sees him again, and he wants everything to do with her.

Unfortunately, there's nowhere in this world she could go that he couldn't find her. What'd happen to the frightened Lina and the devious Kaden?

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Warning:

Strong sexual content.

The world I transmigrated into was a dark fantasy game universe, devoid of hope or dreams.Doesn’t feel like it at all, though.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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