Rebirth of the Useless Bastard Son - Chapter 53.2

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Form, feeling, thought, and awareness, the four truths and five aggregates refine the truth,

Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, five tones and six rhythms come into the sword.

A liberal arts student crossed over with a pile of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures,

“Monster, you are predestined with me, why don’t you follow me back to the cave to practice!”

“Master, can I marry a wife if I practice with you?”

“Why don’t you turn left when you go out, there is a school of sword practice over there.”

There is also an old book “Chunyang Sword Master”, which can also be read step by step.

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The Mc reincarnates in a world of magic and adventure as a Leech, follow his adventure in this mysterious and exciting world as he goes from the weakest creature to the shadow being that everyone is afraid of. Will he pursue the path of strength alone? Or without realizing it he will become the king of the greatest empire that ever lived.

Lin Mu Yu is one of the top players in Conquest the game before Destiny. He decides to delete his account due to a promise with his father.

Before he deletes his account, he sells all of his equipment and deletes all of his skills. After deleting his account, he suddenly gets his deletion overwritten by a mysterious source and ends up getting trapped in the game itself.

Without anything except for 3 of his skills, how will he survive?

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I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.