Two Worlds at a Time - Chapter 47: Who is this guy?

read the first 10 chapter, and you will like it!!!In a world where every 18-year-old is granted a noble title and a domain, Reed was never meant to rule. Born in the slums, he survived by stealing, killing, and doing whatever it took to stay alive. The world despised him, and he despised it back.But when the Day of Lords arrived, fate played its cruelest trick yet.Goblin Lord.The weakest possible domain. The most pathetic summons. A rank that was practically a death sentence.But Reed doesn’t care. He never played by the rules before, and he won’t start now. Given absolute authority over his first Hero—a deadly and completely loyal goblin woman named Shia—he embraces his title with ruthless efficiency. There are no rules he won’t break, no enemies he won’t kill, and no limits to how far he’ll rise.If the world thinks it can laugh at him, it’s in for a nightmare.Because the Lord of the Forsaken doesn’t bow to fate. He breaks it.

A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.

Someone once became the last one to wield a knife that could decapitate huge dragons and bathed in dragons’ blood. Someone once loved treating others to chicken soup, so he kept nine phoenixes in his backyard.

Someone once sat lazily on the top of mountains as his words flooded river banks, and his qi could hold a million soldiers back. Someone once moved mountains and shifted hills with just one brush, his paintings so captivating it could enchant immortals and deities.

That year, the warmth of spring made the flowers bloom. They were merely an ordinary butcher, a bookworm, a chicken farmer and a poor artist. This is the story of how a Low Level Martial World Continent was transformed into the Ultimate Fantasy Universe.

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High bun, eyeglasses, long sleeve shirt and plaited skirt. Dressed so strictly, FengJiu reached 28 without having any intimate interaction with men.

Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.