Fantasy Lord: I Have a Moving Castle - Chapter 116 - 53: Reclamation, Heading to Fireplace Town

In this world, awakening a class is extremely rare, especially for children born from a simple background.But most nobles were blessed with the gift of awakening a class at the age of nineteen while only about five percent of commoners would be awakening theirs.However, every single one of them had only one goal in mind, to join the elite warrior party in eradicating the threats of their kingdom.Members of the elite warrior party had fame, riches and everything else anyone could ever asked for, so Ray felt ecstatic when he had been invited to join the elite warriors party.At the age of nineteen, he was from a remote village and all he had ever wanted was nothing more than to go on adventures with his new party members.However, things didn’t work out as he had planned it to be.Not only did he lost his mother, sister and childhood friend, he had also been treated poorly by his team members who were eager to get rid of him at the slightest chance they had.In the end, Ray was used as a sacrifice for their own selfish interests and all he could do was watch as they crushed his skull to paste.But luckily, Ray somehow found himself back to the very day he had Awakened his powers.And now, with the knowledge of the future at the back of his mind, Ray vows to find out the root behind his party members’ actions.Of course, he intends to also cruelly repay each and every one of them for what they had done to him, while also protecting those he had failed to save in his previous life.=======[Void Magic], [Kingdom Building], [Heartwarming], [Dark], [Beast-taming], [Summons], [Action], [Level Up], [Conquer], [Second Chance].

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

After Chu Zheng was inexplicably judged to be dead, the only trouble was – spending money.

Since the binding of this system, her waist has not been sore, her legs have not hurt, and she is not even breathing. She lives in fear of spending money every day.

System: Let’s set a small goal and defeat it by 100 million… Miss, stop! Don’t just turn on the invincible mode! (▼ dish▼#)

Chuzheng: Can you first explain what this thing holding my thigh is?

Something: Baby, you can do whatever you want.

Chuzheng: (touching the knife) Well, then I’m welcome.

System: Miss, please put down the butcher knife! ! (▼へ▼メ)

#Miss, you can really do whatever you want, find out#

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