Do Your Own Revolution - Chapter 17

“I, Tang Li, will only marry the most powerful and influential man in the world!”The powerful man, Song Boyan, was the man she was clinging onto now. The man was holding a cigarette between his fingers. He touched her chin softly.“Do you know what you are talking about?”“I want to be Mrs. Song.”Mr. Song laughed aloud.“You do like to brag. Aren’t you afraid of its consequences?”He received a kiss just as he was done talking.Her previous life was awful because she had loved the wrong man. After her rebirth, she had made a vow that she wanted to set things straight for herself. However, she had clung onto a powerful man in the end. Their marriage was rather chaotic too.“Sir, Madam has ruined the eastern wall of the manor.”“Protect her well. Don’t let her hurt herself.”“Sir, Madam said that she wants to run away from home with the young master.”Mr. Song sighed and put down the documents in his hands.“Send them to wherever they want to go. Don’t let them get lost on the way,” Mr. Song ordered.

This book takes you on a tour of one of the most terrifying yet also most mysterious planes in the Multiverse: the Bottomless Abyss. ------------ A Knight, forsaken by his liege, was forced to exile himself to the Abyss. Due to a fortuitous encounter, he obtained the legacy of a Spiritual Cultivator. What kind of story will he encounter? ------------ The setting mixes the backgrounds of editions 3 and 5, adhering strictly to DND settings apart from the protagonist’s profession, but considers readers who have never participated in a campaign, ensuring that everyone can read it without barriers.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.