Night Without End - Chapter 565 - 324: Time Waits for No One (Part 2)

Reborn as a poor young man in an unknown mountain village in another world, Lu Qing expressed his helplessness.

Fortunately, he awakened a power that could see through item information, which gave him some capital to survive.

He looked at a weed on the side of the road.

[Ox bone grass is of average quality and can be used medicinally. It is quite effective in treating bone injuries. 】

Look at the red carp in the river.

[Red Moon Carp is of high quality, with delicious meat, and is a top-quality nutritious food. 】

Look at a hare in the mountains.

[Gray rabbit, common hare, edible. 】

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Relying on his own supernatural powers, Lu Qing gradually established a foothold in the village and was able to survive.

Just when he thought that he would spend his life peacefully in this ancient world with low productivity.

One day, he suddenly saw a figure flying past in the sky…

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Oscar, a destitute young boy, died in a tragic accident and was reborn in the forgotten realm. As a member of the lowly Birch tribe, his solace comes from the fragments of a guardian's spirit, residing in his soul. After the decimation of his family in the hands of a powerful race known as the dreads, he embarked on the part of revenge, leading him to the path of transcendence.

Branded a scammer, a thief and a con artist, Si-eun became a fugitive following the betrayal of his friend and sworn brother Javier, the one who stole his life's work, his business from him and framed him for its downfall. Hunted by loansharks and enraged investors for months, he wandered from city to city until his luck eventually ran out.At the moment of his pathetic death, a god intrigued by his desperation to live offered him another chance at life—Only for Si-eun to awaken inside a familiar world, the world of an MMORPG game he once played, even worse… he inhabited the body of Azazel Von Astavore, a useless extra destined to die in every playthrough of the game.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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