Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology - Chapter 877: Rāja Tantram : Autonomous state of Khalsa Raj

The Apocalypse is in full swing. Defiled - powerful creatures corrupted by the Great Collision - prowled the lands in search of prey. Unfortunately for them, the human race had long since retreated behind the secure walls of the Sanctuary of Everlast. During one of his regular excursions outside the Sanctuary, Alden is separated from Celeste. - his childhood friend and crush. In that moment, he came to regret never summoning the courage to confess. Somehow managing to survive thanks to some trickery, Alden awakens as a mage. Instead of receiving a normal power, he gains the ability to decay. What’s more, during his ascension, he received a vision from his future self advising him not to trust the Asterons - celestial beings who had saved his race from inescapable doom. Normally... such a revelation wouldn’t faze Alden. However, there was only one major problem with the declaration, though. Celeste was bound with an Asteron. And not just any normal Asteron... She had made a pact with one of the Divine Sovereigns.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Also known as: Modern Alpha dressed as an ancient scumbag
Song Boxue woke up and read an ancient sadomasochistic text.
The original hostess disguised herself as a man and cheated money and sex. She was the cannon fodder fiancé of the hostess Jiang Fanyin, and she was a small county magistrate who was corrupt.
When Jiang Fanyin was most helpless, the small magistrate not only ruined Jiang Fanyin’s innocence, but also drove her out without a penny.
Later, Jiang Fanyin was living on the street and was rescued by the male protagonist. With the help of the male protagonist, he regained everything and broke the legs of the small county magistrate.
Song Boxue: “…” Her legs are a little weak.
When she looked up, she saw Jiang Fanyin who was tied up with five flowers.
Is this a plot that has already progressed to the point of destroying people’s innocence?
Song Boxue: ! Let go now.
After letting people go, Song Boxue immediately decided to move, and it was best to stay away from Jiang Fanyin.
Run quickly, if you run slowly, your legs will not be protected!
Unexpectedly, the fever period came suddenly…
In a trance, she smelled the faint tea fragrance, fresh and sultry.
When he woke up, Song Boxue looked at Jiang Fanyin, whose neck was covered with red marks! ! Can I still save my legs when I run now?
small theater~~
Song Boxue: This official is ill, and his illness is not serious.
Jiang Fanyin: Oh, if you are ill, quickly treat it.
Song Boxue: I want to kiss you when I get sick.
Jiang Fanyin: Oh, continue to be sick.

1. A has no extra organs and has a child.
2. The writing is white, slow and sweet.
3. There are many private settings, which are purely fictitious.
Finally: Thank you for your support, hold tight, and turn around~

Content tags: travel through time and space, wear a book, disguise as a man, ancient history, main attack
Search keywords: protagonist: Song Boxue, Jiang Fanyin ┃ supporting role: not yet ┃ others:

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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…