Lady Gu Is Too Weak To Fend For Herself - Chapter 1338 - 1338 Public Enemy

The world is a sea of bitterness.

The mortal swims in the sea.

The body is the vessel.

The soul is the mortal on the vessel.

The vessel carries the mortal as it sails endlessly towards the other side of the sea.

Does cultivating the body strengthen the vessel enough to reach the other side of this sea of misery?

Or does cultivating the soul give the mortal on the vessel the ability to master swimming?

Cultivating according to the martial path allows one to become an Earthly Immortal.

Cultivating according to the immortal path allows one to become a Divine Immortal.

Which path should be chosen?

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All her life, Eleanora did everything to make him love her but in the end, what she got from him was her execution for a sin that she never did.

Before dying, Eleanora coldly stared at his bloody red eyes as he lifted up the sword to execute her…

“I will never forgive you for killing me and my child.”

For the first time in her life, She saw his anxious gaze.

But it was too late as the sword in his hands had already landed on her neck, separating it from her body.

Eleanora finally thought everything was over but then she opened her eyes again, to find herself back in 12 years in the past when all the misfortune was yet to happen.

She was firm to change her tragic ending this time but it was not only her who changed…

“Even if you hate me, you can only be mine in your every life… My Empress.”.....

Question, there is a beauty under the starry sky, her black hair looks like eternal night, her bright eyes shine like stars, her powerful magic power makes the world tremble, and her peerless beauty makes all living beings surrender, who is this beauty?

“That’s right, it’s me, the Witch King, Dorothy”

ps: The real name is “Otaku Witch”, a slow-fire setting text, too watery to enter! Don’t like water! Don’t like water!

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At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?