Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train - Chapter 418 - 266: Monica (Part 4)

Take over a《Homeworld》Mothership and then travel to the world of《Star Wars》？Tang Xiao: “ This world is so dangerous, Mom, I'm going home. ”Wait a minute, the Mothership database actually has various science fiction game technologies, 《 Sins of a Solar Empire 》, 《 Halo 》, 《 EVE 》, 《 Starcraft 》, 《 Stellaris 》 ？？And there are still Jim Raynor, Master Chief, and Archbishop Artanis sleeping in the freezer?Tang Xiao: “Humph! They will all bow down at my feet!!”The Fourth Calamity… ah no, long live the Fourth Empire!Official TranslationThis is the Official Translation of “The Empire Begins With The Fourth Scourge” by Author 镜大人 also known as Kagami. This Translation has the Author's full endorsement and is supported on WebNovel (and now Space Battles Forurms). The Chinese version by Kagami is linked below!

[Both men and women are strong and clean, cool and lovable, and boldly jump into the pit]

This is a story of a waste material and a concubine who turned into a genius, and a story about the hardship of a black-bellied prince in pursuit of his wife.

“Have you heard, Qing Yunge is crazy!”

“I heard, don’t mess with her if you mess with the King of Hell.”

The first killer of the Dark Moon Alliance in the 21st century, Jue Ge, died at one point, and actually transmigrated into the first waste. Not only was he extremely poisonous, but his appearance was ugly?

It’s a joke, she Qing Yunge is not the direct daughter of the Qing family in the past, the royal family is a fork, and they will all let you perish!

Consolidate jade bones, restore face; control mysterious beasts, call legions; break spirit formations, practice magic pills.

The Divine Phoenix Nirvana, the return of the Divine Phoenix, the Chaos Spirit Tool, the sword that shook the world, and from then on became the master of the nine clans.

Until that day, it suddenly changed, disappeared in an instant, and transformed overnight.

The Nine Clan Wars, the Four Kingdoms turmoil, the Mysterious Beast riots, the situation is surging.

She turned the clouds and covered the rain, covered the world with her hands, and the turbulent waves were all contained, and she was able to set the world.

Leng Yanqing, arrogant and arrogant: “I want these nine clans.”

Someone smiled with thin lips and raised his chin lightly: “Then you, I want it”

【Wonderful little theater】

One day, in the Orc Realm, in the area of ​​the Flame Mountains, the girl who was chased halfway across the continent finally couldn’t help but glared at the man behind her.

So, facing the raging fire and the eyes of countless fire-type profound beasts, she said gloomily, “Can you not follow me?

Turning a blind eye to her, the man’s folding fan closed with a snap, and looked at him with a warm smile: “That’s not good, you promised to be my daughter-in-law.”

“When did I agree?” She gritted her teeth, she was really a black-bellied, cunning and insidious villain.

“Qingqing, have you forgotten? In the past, at the banquet, I gave you a jade pendant, and you returned it with a sachet.” He said slowly, “You and I have exchanged tokens of love, and it’s long overdue to get engaged.”

“Fart, it’s you who fucked me!” she said angrily.

“Well, I’m jealous of you.” He was kind, and then raised his eyebrows and smiled, “That’s because I fell in love with you at first sight.”

“Why don’t you be more shameless?” She just felt like she was going to be pissed off.

“I’m all shameless… Madam let me kiss and you’ll know.” He smiled sweetly, “Are you kissing?”

“I kiss you uncle!” She jumped up, just wanting to punch this peerless face.

He actually pondered for a while, and then refused righteously: “No, you are my daughter-in-law, you can only kiss me.”

Qing Yunge sighed up to the sky, covered her face and wept, she really wished she had never known this black-bellied person.

【Special Note】

1. This article is about one person for the rest of your life

2. The heroine is not a virgin, not a novice, and not a good person.

3. Regularly update, do not abandon the pit, and jump boldly.

- Description from novelbuddy

In the first episode, Little Palace Maid Lian Hua, holding tea leaves, thought to curry favor with Zhaoyi. The Emperor intercepted her halfway, and before she could react, he hijacked her tea leaves, leaving her bewildered.In the second episode, she wanted to curry favor with the Noble Consort. During the Noble Consort's birthday feast, she hadn't even presented the meticulously prepared tea leaves before the Emperor seized them, leaving her aggrieved.In the third episode, she had just sneaked out with the Palace Maids to pick bamboo shoots, planning to go back and cook something delicious when the Emperor burst out of nowhere wanting to freeload a meal. If it wasn't tasty, he would punish her, she managed to barely pass muster by exerting all her energy. Before she could feel relieved, the Emperor told her he was also staying to sleep!This time, he was thoroughly taking advantage of her, enjoying free food and lodging without the slightest intention of rewarding her.At night, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. All the silver she had saved up in earlier years had been used to sustain the Emperor. Now that the money was gone, she feared being punished for not being able to support him in the future. The more she thought, the sadder she got, her tears plopping down, which woke the Emperor sleeping beside her.In a flurry, the Emperor consoled her, “There, there, don't cry, don't cry. I haven't even had time to reward you, how could I punish you!”After much consoling, and finally with his promise to provide for her sustenance, she turned her tears into laughter.The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. This Little Concubine would need to be favored properly from now on—he dared not make her cry again.→→【This story has concluded, thank you for reading】→→New book recommendation:“Consort of the Roll-Royce is Here, Run!”—It's a good read! Please add it to your favorites.

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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