Resurrection Empire - Chapter 1003 - 386: On Civilization_2

The ashes-level player traveled through World of Warcraft and became Jaina’s brother. We are also princes now.

For the sake of the survival of the family, should I discount my sister’s legs first, lest she become a kinslayer in the future?

and many more? How come you have to die first?

Let me see the walkthrough.

Well, first touch the forehead to open the character panel,

Then he picked up his weapon and opened the skull of the orc,

If you drop the equipment, you will earn it. If you don’t have it, you don’t have to be sad. Wash your hands, and then go to the next one…

Okay, no kidding, let’s get serious and start the story again:

Death is a key that opens a new life.

Blake Xiao holds the player template, can fight monsters and upgrade, sit on the occupation system, and make great progress all the way.

Tighten the cloak of the night, hold the shadow as the blade, sharpen the minions with slaughter, and feed the ambition with fear.

From the Kingdom of Storms to Orgrimmar, his wicked deeds are known,

His notoriety is known to everyone from Icecrown to Pandaria.

When the black-clothed emperor emerged from the shadows, the whole world trembled.

This is the story of this man, from Khaz Modan six years in the Dark Portal…

- Description from novelbuddy

Rudel Arses, the first born of one of the ‘Three Lords’ of the Courtois Kingdom, is from a corrupted family, but at 5 years old, he saw a dragon in the sky and his dark future as a villain changed. He was considered an idiot, but was that true? How would his effort to become a dragoon change the kingdom?

[May I ask what is the method to distinguish the sex of Thunder Mouse? ]
[What kind of psychedelic beast is Thorn Seahorse? ]
[What is the superpower trick that Lipstick Magneto can learn? ]
The last subject of the college entrance examination, comprehensive science, suddenly became the basic knowledge of Eudemons!
Sitting behind the desk, Chen Qiyue looked blank.
hehehehehe
Looking at the contents of this test paper and the students around him who were busy writing, the corners of Chen Qiyue’s mouth twitched.
He must be dreaming.
Otherwise, the world is crazy!
—————-
Inside the Phantom Beast Breeding House,
“Sir, which one do you want to buy?” the waitress asked weakly.
Chen Qiyue pointed to one of the phantom beast eggs, “I want it!”
“Okay, I’ll take it off for you.”
“Wait! I choose this one!”
Chen Qiyue pointed to another egg.
“Okay, do you want to change it?”
“hold on!”
Receptionist: …
half an hour later,
Chen Qiyue happily embraced the black-and-white Laqiu in his arms, and left with the blue-spotted egg.
The female receptionist suddenly turned pale, her legs became weak, she fell to the ground, and began to cry.
This person is too bad, he deliberately pointed out all these phantom beast eggs.
Chen Qiyue spread his hands, who made my golden finger have to be like this…
Heck, I’m a decent person!

- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”