Heroes of Marvel - Chapter 247 Chaos 5

Twin Brother & Sister died after experiencing the acrimony of the World.

However, fate had something else stored for the pair. Somehow a God name Lust God was mysteriously reborn within the Boy's body and discovered something which left him awestruck!

Completely forgetting about the mystery of his Rebirth the Lust God then discovered another anomaly within the dead body of the Boy's twin Sister.

Afterward, it finally stuck him...

This is the Story of the Lust God who was born into a world that was filled with real monsters and in human clothing!

Follow him throughout his journey which is filled with Blood, Debauchery, Schemes, and most importantly Lust...

“Young man… if you could go back in time, what period would you like to be in?”

Living as a concubine’s daughter in her previous life, He Danggui got herself and her daughter tortured and killed by her family and Princess Zhou, while her husband, Lord Ning, allowed them to do so for a secret. After reborn as a child, she swore to hold back her kindness to the villains. How did she survive in a family with various secrets and conspiracies? Who would be her final choice? The love of her previous life or a new lover who could offer her a happy and simple life? Sharing the identities of doctor, political counselor and princess, was she able to bring great changes both in Jianghu and the imperial family? With her intelligence and excellent medical skills, would she let them pay for what they did to her or live differently as a new one?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.