Time Travel: The Noble Family - Chapter 397 - 138: Letter_3

Duncan Abnomar was transmigrated to a magical world.Most of the lands of the world had sunken, and the surviving humans could only live on islands. Due to an unknown reason, the world was also contaminated and strange phenomena and things would randomly appear.Humans had developed steam gear technology, and the islands were connected through boats. They survived by studying strange phenomena that happened all around the world.However, as the captain of a scary-looking ghost ship, Duncan was facing a huge challenge.“How the heck do I steer this ship?”Highly recommended by experienced editor: MC is transmigrated to a world mostly covered in water and far from civilization. He becomes the captain of the ghost ship, the ‘Homeloss’. He steers through the fog and adventures through the broken world and the unknown deep sea. As he discovers the ruins of abandoned civilization, he would also stumble into the war between the strange phenomena and the devil gods.The story takes place in a combination of ocean and Chutly mythology world, a new and interesting background. It’s an attractive story to read due to the author’s sense of humor and mastery over the ambiance of the story.—————Another-style introduction:“On that day, a thick fog engulfed everything.On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship.On that day, he crossed the dense fog and faced a completely overturned and shattered world – the former order was completely gone, and peculiar phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society.The island city-states and the fleets challenging the sea have become the only lights of civilization left, while the shadows of old days still lurk in the deep sea, waiting to devour this dying world again.But for the new captain, there’s only one pressing question – Does anyone know how to sail this damn ship?!”

Floods, torrential rains, extreme cold, heatwaves, hail, earthquakes, polar nights and polar days… Overnight, the world transformed immensely as numerous natural disasters swept across it.Gu Yan knew, who struggled alone in the post-apocalyptic world for ten years, finally met her end alongside her enemies.Upon opening her eyes again, Gu Yan knew with her space ability replanted herself back three months before the apocalypse.Her younger brother had not yet been washed away by a sudden flood, and her boyfriend had not been frozen to death by his cousin in extreme coldness.With her soon-to-be useless company, she tricked her cousin's family out of billions, and Gu Yan knew started her delightful stockpiling life.From pearl milk tea and instant noodles, hot pots and rice with big plate chicken,To things that fly and swim,Whether for eating, drinking, playing, or using,All that can be thought of and not, she arranged everything.Whether it could be of use or not, stockpiling was the key!

Three years ago, President Qiao did not hesitate to sign the papers when Xia Ning placed the divorce papers in front of him.

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.