Dear Immortal Tyrant - Chapter 344 - Will It Hurt?

He Xingzhou knew about the invasion of the worm clan and the dangerous fate of the solar system. To resist the apocalyptic crisis, he stepped out to warn mankind!He Xingzhou shocked the world when he built a nuclear reactor and activated the genes of the worm clan on stream!Thus, under his plan, the entire country started building steel cities, massive mechs, spaceships, space castles...He Xingzhou said, “Let's set a small goal. Let's first build a Dyson sphere around the sun.”[Dark Technology] + [Engineering Upgrade] + [Solar System Exploration] + [Dyson Sphere Plan] + [Star Cluster]. All of these elements make up our latest sci-fi novel!

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

There is luster in the east, and it is named Dahuang. “
In the rumors, ignorance, poverty, backwardness, and wildness. “
– bullshit. “
Queen of the Great Desolation, cold as frost. “
Supported by the national teacher, and the golden boy and jade girl of the national teacher, they are deeply in love, a stunning couple, and unparalleled. “
– bullshit. “
The queen died suddenly, and the national teacher mourned. According to the instructions of heaven, they traveled thousands of miles and finally found their reincarnated lover. From then on, the prince and princess lived happily in the castle…
——Crap! “

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A replica of Marquis Kieran Vale, the son of the Marchioness of Vale, who she deemed a failure. That was all she was. No, she was now referred to as “he.” At least until she met Claude Del Ihar.