The Sacred Ruins - Chapter 1538

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Su Ji, a historically famous devil concubine, has transmigrated! When she opened her eyes, she was the daughter of the Su family, a beautiful girl who was bullied by everyone. She was also an unpopular actress with no presence on social media. Everyone thought the devil concubine brought disaster to the country and its people. In reality, she was extremely skilled and ruthless. There was a wealthy old man from the Pei family who loved chasing celebrities, and he vowed to make Su Ji his granddaughter-in-law! The whole world knew that Third Young Master Pei was rich, but ruthless and not interested in women. Haters looked forward to Su Ji marrying him and living a lonely life. It would surely be a great show to watch. Later, at the award ceremony, Su Ji felt nauseated and was about to throw up. Her fans thought she was sick. Third Young Master Pei, who had chased after her for two lifetimes, felt his heartache. “It’s already her second child. Why is she still so affected?” *** Everyone thought the devil concubine brought disaster to the country and its people. Only he knew that she recruited talents from all over the world, and laid the foundation for peace for later generations. In his previous life, he had been a loyal general who loved her in silence. After her death, he built a gold coffin for her and died in regret. In this life, he would not let her go again…

The world I transmigrated into was a dark fantasy game universe, devoid of hope or dreams.Doesn’t feel like it at all, though.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.