My Necromancer Class - Chapter 22: Essence

In the previous life, Zuo Xian and his family had a turbulent quarrel, and refused the arranged marriage that they knew each other well.
For three years, Xiying moved behind the scenes to arrange a way for her with his savings.
But who knows, once Lin Qi became so popular, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.
The former movie queen was ignored by no one, and she sadly quit the entertainment industry.
After an accidental car accident, when she opened her eyes again, time went back to the eve when she went to Lu Xingxian to divorce her.
It can be tricked by good fortune.
——she came back after all.

Zuo Xian appeared in front of the screen again, produced by a big IP! Hot headlines! Yuji front page!
Everything points to—
Sailor 1: Zuo Xian must have been unspoken!
Water Army 2: There must be something tricky with the director!
Sailor 3: How much did Yuji spend to get it!
However, not long after, the diva Lu Xingxian, who has been behind the scenes for many years, posted a photo on Weibo with the caption: Please advise me for the rest of my life.
——It was a wedding photo, and the person in the picture… was Zuo Xian!
Sailor 1: The photo must be of P!
Water Army 2: Little Xingxing’s account must have been stolen!
Sailor 3: Little Xingxing must have been threatened!
Half an hour later: Zuo Xian reposted that Weibo post with the caption: Although I went the wrong way, I met the right person. I have you for the rest of my life, please give me your advice.
The whole network erupted in an instant——
In fact, this is a story of a person who went wrong in his previous life and met the right person again in this life~

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In order to meet Zuo Xian, Lu Xingxian summoned all the teams that had been out of use for a long time.
When all the dust settled, he answered a phone call when he was leaving the house.
Lu Xingxian, who walked to the quiet room alone, listened to the familiar voice on the phone and said, “Axian, I can’t marry you.”
Lu Xingxian’s eyes were slightly red, but he said calmly to the other end of the phone, “Okay.”
“I keep this liking in my heart, it’s enough for you to be happy.”

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Our consistent aim is to fall in love seriously and spread dog food diligently.

- Description from novelbuddy

From Thief to ChampionJavier Restrepo thought the heist would change everything. 400 million in cash, rare boxing memorabilia, and finally enough money to escape the streets. Instead, his crew lies dead in a burning car while police sirens wail through Brooklyn.Then the impossible happens.The explosion that should have killed him sends Javier five years into the past—back to seventeen, back to the Marcus Garvey Group Home, back to every choice that led him down the wrong path. But this time, something else comes with him: the ghost of Vicente “El Martillo” Morales, heavyweight champion murdered thirty years ago.Vicente's spectral presence offers what no living trainer can: the knowledge to transform a street thief into a boxing legend. With supernatural guidance tracking his every improvement, Javier begins climbing from amateur tournaments toward professional glory.But the boxing world harbors its own dangers. Corrupt promoters control the sport's highest levels, and some secrets are worth killing for. As Javier rises through the ranks, he must navigate a system where talent alone isn't enough—and where his criminal past might be the key to surviving boxing's deadliest truths.Second chances don't come free. And champions are forged in blood and sacrifice.Content Disclaimer:This novel contains mature themes including violence, crime, death, and the brutal realities of professional boxing. The story features supernatural elements within a gritty urban setting and explores themes of redemption, corruption, and moral ambiguity. Reader discretion is advised for scenes depicting boxing violence, criminal activity, and intense emotional content.Fiction Notice:All characters, organizations, events, and locations in this work are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, actual events, or existing places is purely coincidental. This story is a work of imagination and should not be taken as factual representation of boxing, law enforcement, or any real-world institutions.

It was in the middle of the night that the woman who would be the Duchess came to see me.

She said my father and mother died, and my kind uncle became king.

She said it’s not worth it for me, the crown prince, to be living in hiding, too.

“A while ago, Your Highness had been hiding from me. With all due respect, is that for the sake of survival? Just because your parents died doesn’t mean you have no reason to survive. Actually, that fact alone made it all the more reason why you should live. If you die now…”

If I died now?

When I asked her while looking at her eyes, the woman eventually brought out the harsh truth with empathetic eyes.

“It’s like a dog’s death.”

“That’s rude….”

It’s been a long time since I said that. In a short while, he has been treated as a madman and beaten to death just by saying similar things. She loosened her arms that held me and I suddenly stiffened up due to it. Because I thought she might have loosened her arm to hit me. But she didn’t.

She knelt down with one knee in front of me, just like a knight.

“Hastred’s Sarian raised her salutations. May you accept it gladly.”

My first knight is beautiful and kind.

“Are you on my side?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

It was all a lie.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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