Dungeon of Knowledge - Chapter 250: Critical Block (Part 3)

The mountain man, an immortal, roams the peak of Qingyun.

In the furnace of Yin Yang, he refines, The Great Dao Path stirs within his heart.

Luo Chen traverses through the Cultivation World, empowered with a Proficiency Panel. With pill refinement and Qi refinement, he steps towards the Path of Longevity.

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After being betrayed by her family, Bai Meiyue found herself struggling in the flourishing age where zombies and mutant animals ruled. And that too with a big belly!Though people called her crazy for being stubborn, Bai Meiyue didn’t regret keeping the fruit of her one-night stand. What she regretted was not protecting her child and trusting those whom she should have killed at the very chance that was handed to her.In the eleventh year, Bai Meiyue lost her child and died while taking revenge on those who took her son away. However, just when Bai Meiyue thought it was the end, she returned two months before the beginning of the doomsday.Carrying the grudge of two lifetimes, she swore to make life living hell for those who harmed her and her son.With the heavens blessing her with a barter system, Bai Meiyue was intent on giving her child everything that he deserved.But why was the child’s father chasing after her?Hello? We only shared a bed for a night. So why was he clinging to her?Her child’s father: From the best medicine to education, you have given our child everything, Meiyue. But what about a father?

200 years after the world has ended, the laws of society have long been forgotten.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.