Amelia Thornheart - Chapter Thirty-Six: Father and Daughter

This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

——”You like to peek at your sister’s game so much?”
——”No, narcissist.”
——”Oh. Then… why is the support ring in your hand marked with my name?”
Wen Qi—competition leader, captain of the school’s women’s basketball team, president of the student union. Everyone in Entai No. 1 Middle School knows the name Wen Qi.
But Bian Qian hates Wen Qi very much.
In the second year of high school, the arts and sciences were divided into classes, and the two of them were assigned to the same class by accident. Bian Qian became the class monitor, and inevitably came into contact with Wen Qi.
Early self-study:
Wen Qi: “Master squad leader, how do you pronounce this word?”
Bian smiled slightly: “There are notes below.”
Afternoon self-study:
Wen Qi: “Sir, I don’t have the test paper with me, can I read one with you?”
Bian smiled slightly: “Did you eat the test paper I just handed out?”
Evening self-study:
Wen Qi: “Sir, monitor, I don’t know how to do this question, please teach me.”
Bian Qian looked at the basic question, and screamed in his heart: You got 149 in the fucking math test, ask me what 1+1 equals?
After school:
Wen Qi: “Ban…”
Bian Qian: “Get lost!”
Bian Qian thought that she and Wen Qi had met for the first time, but she didn’t know that this encounter was actually a reunion that Wen Qi had planned for a long time.
Bian Qian×Wen Qi 1v1
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The all-mighty CEO of the Mo Corporation, Mo Shiting, fell into a trap and got into a flash marriage, and the culprit was an unknown little girl.

Everyone was shocked!

It was said that the young master of the Mo family was cold-blooded, cruel, and decisive. The little girl must be in trouble now, they thought. But what they didn’t know was that this little girl, called Gu Li, was not only eccentric and thick-skinned, but she was also very good at sweet-talking. She was born to subdue Mo Shiting. Until one day—

Reporter: “Young Master Mo, please use a phrase to describe yourself.”

Mo Shiting: “A wife-doting maniac.”

Reporter: “Are there no other phrases you can use to describe yourself?”

Mo Shiting: “Afraid of my wife?”

Everyone else: “Young Master Mo, blink if you’ve been kidnapped.”

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