First Stygian Diviner:Apocalypse - Chapter 179 At The End...

Codename-Anastasia

Demons, devils, ghosts and monsters

Plunge the mortals weak in horrors;

Arms of gods and blades of devils,

Shroud the world in untold evils.

Lu Sheng was an ordinary civil servant in the modern world. After waking from a drunken stupor one day, he found himself trapped in a dangerous world where demons, ghosts and supernatural monsters terrorize the land.

In this world, ordinary mortals live in dark fear and helplessness, without any means to fight against the supernatural.

As Lu Sheng struggles desperately for survival, he stumbles upon a game mod he had designed for a mobile phone app in his previous life. It unexpectedly becomes his special ability, which enables him to instantly level up any skill he learns, albeit at a cost.

Thus, Lu Sheng begins his journey, striving for power beyond the reach of a mortal as he treads the way of the Devil…

‘Since I’m in a different world, I have no choice but to aim to be the strongest!’

Sam is a boy who was born into a noble family after being reincarnated into another world with memories of his previous life. He was born into an aristocratic family, and although he comes from a family of swordsmen, he is banished from his family because he has no talent with the sword. However, Sam has a rare talent as a wizard in this world!

‘If I can’t use a sword, I’ll use magic to become the strongest in the world!’

On his way, he has a fateful encounter with the self-proclaimed “Genius Wizard” Ur Scheidt.

Ur notices the magical talent that lies dormant within Sam and takes him as her disciple, saying ’I’ll train you.’ Sam and Ur lead a harsh but fun life, but one day their adventures come to an abrupt end…?!

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