The Science of Cultivation - Chapter 55: Bloodwave Conclave

Xiao Mengxin accidentally entered the Lixingshe Secret Service.

The only ability is to accurately identify who is the hidden Japanese.

I don’t understand anything else…

As a result, I seemed to be walking astray while walking?

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Matthew grew up in a decent family filled up with hopes, dreams and big heart, but living a shitty life which were suddenly demised with the unexpected turn with a mishap. With the new changes of his body, he finds new powers and wondering into new dimensions. This new enigmatic power is suddenly taking soul form his body and making him something beyond of his imaginations.... His tasks are unclear but he has to take soul of each demon he meets in his path... With his powers he has bigger responsibilities in each of the dimension which is beyond explanation…

This is the story of an ignorant scum who pretends to be a scholar and goes to the world of Meiman to slaughter various scholars and bosses.

This is also a story about pretending to be a fool instead of pretending to be an idiot.

When the heaven will entrust a hero with a great responsibility, he must first take his nickname ‘Problem’, let his online name be ‘Jiancao’, and change his character to ‘conscience’.

Except for the protagonist’s surname Mei, everything else is fine.

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.