Steel and Mana - Chapter 407 – Remains

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When another space node in the primitive rainforest world overlaps with our living space node, a passage between the two worlds is opened.
Plants from another world spread in just a few days and the city fell.
Before long, herbivorous, scavenger, and large carnivores appeared.

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Search keywords: Protagonists: Mo Qingqing, Wu Mengmeng (Wu Nan), Liu Ziche, Feng Qingran

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“How can such an unscientific thing be possible?”“If it's true, wouldn't we be able to rule the world?”“You think so, don't you, Mr. Gin?”“By the way, could you please sign an autograph for me?”“Use your real name.”————Since the disappearance of high school detective Shinichi Kudo, the death rate in Beika City has been increasing.But it doesn't matter, Hayashi Yoshiki will take action.He will make the whole world keep up with Beika City's pace.

“Welcome to the Cosmos of Madness!”

Said a man with long red hair and piercing golden eyes as he descended from the stars.

“You have been chosen for a great purpose! Task! Mission! Destiny!”

He shouted dramatically as countless worlds heard his every word, from the lowest peasants to the mighty entities in the lofty palaces in the Higher Dimension.

“All of you accept your destiny as a sacrifice to Daemon Sultan, Blind Idiot God, Primordial Demiurge, Azathoth!”

And then Apocalypse descended.

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Follow the journey of self-named Samiel Zentaur, a half-mad worshipper of the Outer Gods, on the Path of Transcendence and in his path to find himself.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”