MTL - A Demon’s Path - Chapter 695 White fog city

Revisit the peak of the Olympian lore.... An eighty year old scholar who has been a fan of Greek mythology since childhood finds himself reborn as the titular ruler of the underworld, the death god Hades after a tragic death. But the gods of Olympus are very much different from what the stories say. He will have to navigate through his new life as a god and prevent a coming calamity... All while not getting caught... How does it feel to be a god in Olympus? A tale into the heart of myths.

My name is Zhu Fukongliang, male, 18 years old.
When I was in the second grade of middle school, I bound a [plot maintenance system].
Every time I fell asleep, I would travel to a certain character in a parallel world, and my task was to play this character and proceed with the normal main storyline.
Only later did I realize that the parallel worlds I traveled through were scientifically called [Doujin World].
This system has had a huge impact on my life.
Because I always accidentally confuse the distinction between my world and the world of my fans.
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——For example, when I just came back from the world of [All Staff Beastization] and saw a certain nasty ghost Matsuda, I didn’t react for a while, and said directly: “Where are your cat ears and tail?”
He also took a cat stick and stuffed it into Matsuda: “Here, your favorite snack.”
Police Academy Five: ? !
Matsuda: …Wait? I am not, I am not! Take your eyes off!
——For another example, after I came back from the world of [All Members Sexual Transformation], I met a new member of my brother’s band, his name is Akai, and I couldn’t help but hesitate: “You finally choose to change sex…?”
Whiskey Group: ? !
Akai: Huh?
——For example, in [Normal World], the hater Matsuda would play with fire on the Ferris wheel. Although he hates it, he must not understand common sense. But I remembered that my brother taught me a term called rebellious period. The more you stop him, the more he might do it. So in order to protect the other party’s fragile self-esteem, I decided to gently remind him.
“Songtian, I’ll find someone to help you figure it out, you’re not suitable for dating, you’d better be single for a lifetime.”
I think I’m awesome, because that way Matsuda won’t go on a date with the Ferris wheel in the Holy Land.
Matsuda: “??? No, wait, are you sure your brother isn’t playing with me? Zhufu!”

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Aliandra Amariel loved magic, dedicating her academic years to the study of runes and spells, pushing the boundaries of mana's infinite possibilities. Like most Fae, her destiny seemed clear until that fateful day of her Class Trial, when the Blind Lich unleashed an undead apocalypse on her home, the fabled underground city of Dal’mohra, and triggered The Breaking – a cataclysm that forever reshaped the world. Saved by her mother’s legendary time-stasis spell, Ali wakes thousands of years into a dark future. Everything she knew and loved is gone, buried under a mountain, transformed into a twisted dungeon by the malevolent will of the Lich. Now, Ali must confront her deepest fears, mastering the arts of battling monsters and braving a town riddled with corruption. As the Lich's grand design shadows her every move, she scrambles to forge new friendships and unearth ancient knowledge in her fight for survival. Why must she struggle? All she had ever wanted was to curl up in a comfy chair with a few thousand good books. But the immortal Lich is drawn to her unique magic, ever hungry for more power to fuel his cold-hearted ambitions. How will she survive the giant target painted on her back as her advancement slowly reveals the horrifying truth of the Class she chose to save herself? Will she falter, forced into the eternal servitude of undeath, or will she rise against all odds and cast him down, ridding the world of his evil?

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…