Dragonheart Core - Chapter 138: Symbol of Worship

At a low point in his life, Xia Ruofei discovered that a scroll that was passed down in his family had a hidden secret: it contained its own independent world.

In the space, there was a spiritual pond that enhanced the growth of plants. There were mysterious spiritual flowers that could cure illnesses. Time in the independent world flowed at a pace ten times that of the outside world. Everything he planted there was of supreme grade and grew at a rapid pace. Everything he raised gained sentience.

From that day forth, Xia Ruofei began a different, brilliant life of planting succulent plants and vegetables, raising animals and flirting with beauties.

Charles Manson was just another broke university dropout grinding night shifts at a city bar—until time froze, and a seductive voice whispered into his mind:> “System initialized: Lust Sync. Welcome, Master. Your desires will shape the world.”Suddenly, women around him begin to act strangely—flushed cheeks, lingering stares, unexplainable obsession. It wasn’t luck. It was the system.Lust Sync doesn’t just make women fall for him—it binds them, body and soul, through supernatural “Sync Levels” that unlock hidden power, twisted love, and lust-fueled abilities. The more intense the relationship, the stronger Charles becomes.From seductive professors to dangerous yanderes, spoiled heiresses to lonely MILFs—every woman he touches begins to change… and some don’t want to let him go.But Lust Sync comes with rules, quests, and consequences. The more women he Syncs with, the closer he gets to uncovering the dark truth behind the system—and why he was chosen.Can Charles handle a world where every woman wants him—and some would kill to keep him?> “Desire is power. Power is dangerous. And now, I have both.”

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

A mental patient, or a born policeman?

A peerless genius, or a master of crime?

There are cops who are least like cops, and there are criminals who are least like criminals.

Neither good nor evil is absolute.

It is a grey world we live in.

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