Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? - Chapter 143 - Great CEO Mo, You’re Looking Down on People, Ah.

Hao Chen, a very handsome young man, doesn't have anything except his little sister.As he was walking home from where he worked, he suddenly had an accident.A car hit him while he was crossing a zebra crossing.But Hao Chen knows one thing, if it was a deliberate act, knows who is the mastermind behind all this.Unfortunately he couldn't do anything at that time, due to his serious injuries.His head was bleeding, and even his bones were broken.Because the blood continued to flow out, staining the surrounding streets.Hao Chen, he died.But he didn't realize that there was a light that witnessed everything, about his entire life and his memories.“What a poor mortal, let me, the God Emperor, Hao Tian, ​​help you avenge yourself!”A voice sounded from the surroundings, its tone was arrogant and filled with elegance.Suddenly the light began to enter the depths of Hao Chen's body, who was now dead.***Watch on by reading the first chapter of this novel, the adventure that the god emperor will go through who returns as a mortal!

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.