The Almighty Rich Daughter is Explosively Cool - Chapter 834 - She felt Regretful

The Count of Chronia’s youngest son became a warlock to live.

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What would happen if someday, someone gave humans the opportunity to have the power of the legends?Total Chaos!That's the answer to that, people started killing, r*ping, extorting and torturing, to become the strongest.In such a world, a nerd like Eric became one of the strongest.With the resolve of a better life for his family, his loved ones, he managed to flip his destiny around, and become the strongest, and built his Empire.He went so far, that he was close to ascending to the Immortal World, that world of dreams.His story looks like one of a fairytale, but a fairytale it's not.Just as he was about to ascend, he was betrayed and killed, by his closest friends, and his half-brother.At the death's door, he learned about his brother's atrocities, but his time had finished.If only he had another chance!If only he could have another shot at life!He would definitely live differently!But could he!?At that moment his soul was transferred into a black space!

On that day, the fog blocked everything.

On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship.

On that day, he stepped through the thick fog and confronted a completely subverted and fragmented world—the old order had vanished, strange phenomonoms dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society, and isolated island city-states and fleets of ships challenged the sea that had become the last ember of lights for the civilized world. All of this while the shadows of the old days were still stirring in the deep sea, waiting to to devour this world that was about to die.

But for the new captain of the ghost ship Vanished, there was only one question he had to consider first— Who knows how to drive this ship?!

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One day, I woke up only find out that I’d become a Demon Lord, an individual responsible for protecting a dungeon. The world I’d been spirited away to was one filled with violence. Gigantic monsters wandered through it and competed with each other each and every day for the right to survive. I had no choice but to strengthen my dungeon’s defenses in hopes of living another day—or at least that was what I’d thought. For some odd reason, I instead ended up spending my days in relaxation and bliss.