Supreme Summoner Overlord: Rise of the Endless Legion - Chapter 296: Blood Harvest

In the early world of immortal cultivation, there was no physical cultivation among immortal cultivators. And a top bodybuilder who came from the earth has opened up a new path here and became the ancestor of physical training.

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Strange occurrences arrive, the terrifying world merges with the Real World.Humans fall from the top of the food chain to the bottom.In a single night, humans become the blood food of these evil spirits.In times of desperation, those with tattoos gain power beyond imagination from their patterns.They are called Life Pattern Masters.Some have inscribed Buddha, using Buddha's Radiance to protect a city.Some have inscribed executioners, cutting down countless Evil Spirits.Lin Yuan, once struggled for three years in the world after the doomsday arrived, suddenly traverses back to before the apocalypse.In this lifetime, he is determined not to be an ordinary person.Thus, he inscribes the entire Underworld onto his life.Black and White Impermanence.Ox Head and Horse Face.Four Great Judges.Ten Yama Kings.Ksitigarbha, Ghost Catcher Zhong Kui.Emperor Fengdu.Lord of Mount Tai.........

Finding a strange orb, Jayden finds himself turning into a vampire. Strange quests start to appear in front of him, sending him to different worlds.

He finds himself playing different roles in different worlds, as he gets stronger and gets the most beautiful women from each world.

“ So, you want to save your son, impossible. The treason he committed can't be forgiven. ”

“ Please, *sob* I'm begging you. I'll do anything if you spare him. ”

Jayden looks at the breath-taking beauty kneeling in front of him, as a sly smile appears on his face.

“ Anything, you say. Then...”

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Using his mind control abilities, Jayden will become the richest, strongest vampire, and have lots of beautiful women in his harem.

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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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