Immortal Path Space - Chapter 47: Harvest

Her father cheated on her and her mother remarried. Qin Yilan, who seemed to live in a dog-blood drama since childhood, finally lived a good life with a house and money after half a lifetime of hard work. As a result, she was diagnosed with breast cancer during a physical examination! ! !

Half a lifetime of hard work was in vain, Qin Yilan laughed angrily, thief God! Want me to die? no way!

Qin Yilan, who fought against fate, didn’t fall to his death, but because of his behavior of going against Tiandao even in death, he met a partner, Tiandao’s trumpet!

Tiandao Trumpet: You and I join forces to change the fate of a specific candidate.
Qin Yilan: Why do you do this?

Tiandao trumpet: If you change too much, Tiandao will become stupid, and I can take the opportunity to replace it and become a new Tiandao.

Qin Yilan: What’s in it for me?
Tiandao Trumpet: Is immortality enough?
Qin Yilan: Done!

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- Description from novelbuddy

On just another normal Monday, the world changed. The universe had reached a threshold humanity didn’t even know existed, and it was time to finally be integrated into the vast multiverse. A world where power is the only thing that one can truly rely on.

Jake, a seemingly average office worker, finds himself thrust into this new world. Into a tutorial filled with dangers and opportunities. In a world that should breed fear and concern, an environment that makes his fellow coworkers falter, Jake instead finds himself thriving.

Perhaps… Jake was born for this kind of world, to begin with.

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Author Note: Tags and content warnings are mainly to give me creative freedom later on. This is my first novel ever, and English isn’t my native language, so go easy on me chaps.

Someone once saw me at the end of the world and respectfully called me the serpent that coils around the world—Jörmungandr.Someone once gazed upon my form at the edge of the Underworld and called me an ancient serpent—Satan.I was also feared by the gods and was called the hundred-headed dragon—Typhon.I have had many names—the serpent of creation, the serpent of sacrifice, the serpent of ceremony, the serpent of the world...But I have wandered through the chaos and arrived at the wilderness. There is only one divine name—the Primordial Ancient Serpent, the origin of everything.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.