The Dreamer's POV - Chapter 216 Family Matters

Ethan was just an ordinary guy until he woke up in the world of his favorite novel, Gods’ Final Requiem.But this isn’t a story where the hero wins. It’s a tragedy where the protagonist falls, the world crumbles, and the Demi-Gods and Outer Gods consume everything.And now, Ethan is here weak, talentless, and completely insignificant. A nobody in a doomed world.Yet, when an Empire Academy Admission Letter lands in his hands bearing his name he realizes something is wrong.More than that, his status window hides two sealed abilities, something that never existed in the original story.This wasn’t supposed to happen.If the world is truly destined to fall… then maybe, just maybe, he can change it.But first, he has to survive

Anton is a great-grandfather. He is living quite a happy life, despite his advanced age and declining health… until a group of cultivator bandits moves into the area. The nearby guardians of the area, the Order of Ninety-Nine Stars, are unable to track them down as they continue to ravage nearby towns. During one desperate winter Anton is out on a hunt when his family- his entire village- is killed or taken as slaves by the bandits. He lacks the strength to fight them, and he wasn’t even present for their arrival to die with his loved ones. At the pit of his despair, he wonders if he ever had any chance to change things. What could he even do? He cannot even pull his best bow, and his eyesight is failing. If he had been a cultivator… perhaps there might have been a chance, but he was decades- perhaps even most of his life- too late.Participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge (2022)Notes on cultivation levels:There are five general stages of cultivation, though the fifth is extremely rare. Each cultivation style might have their own name for the stages.1. Body Tempering2. Spirit Building/ occasionally System Creation (Ninety-Nine Stars)3. Constellation Formation (Ninety-Nine Stars)4. Life Transformation/Galaxy Construction (Ninety-Nine Stars)5. Ascension

By a twist of fate, Tang Su discovered that the aloof male god she once had a crush on lived right across the hall.It had been eight years, and he did not remember her at all, so Tang Su had to tuck away her affections and pretend she didn't know him.Every time they met, she would properly call him “Doctor Lu.”……One day, while Lu Han was taking a nap, Tang Su slipped into his office.The duty nurse shot up in surprise, shouting “Stop” as she followed after Tang Su.By the time the nurse arrived, Tang Su was sitting in the chair, stretching out her leg to hook Lu Han's, coquettishly asking, “Doctor Lu, my leg hurts, could you take a look?”Lu Han stepped back and turned to the nurse, “You go out first, I'll handle this.”The nurse nodded, considerately closing the door behind her while muttering to herself that she didn't know how many women had thrown themselves at Doctor Lu. Each one of them had left crying.After a while, the office door opened.The nurse looked up to see that Tang Su as expected, was limping out with reddened eyes.The nurse smiled knowingly, thinking that Tang Su had overestimated herself.Soon after, Lu Han hurried out of his office.He swept past the nurse, scooped Tang Su up at the waist, and carried her sideways back to the office.As he walked, he whispered to Tang Su, “Didn't I tell you to wait for me a while? Why are you walking around with a sore leg?”……After they got married, Doctor Lu was often away for meetings, surgeries, and paid learning, hardly ever at home, not even answering phone calls, leaving Tang Su practically like a deserted bride.She wrote in her TikTok bio: “Living like a widow.”Then—One stormy night, Doctor Lu came back.Before long, she changed her TikTok bio to: “Please spare me.”

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”