1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King - Chapter 158 - 158 Blood Bath and Medium (2)

With the last name on his revenge list crossed out, Oliver died. In a twist of fate, he found himself in the past, before the chain of events had even started. Given this second chance, his aim was clear: to do it all over again, but this time, better.---As demons attacked the world, one of the most feared villains known to mankind escaped his prison.For the past decade, the high-security containment zone,“The Abyss,” had held him captive. But recent demon attacks forced the transfer of essential prison personnel, weakening its security.Seizing this opportunity, Oliver Thorne escaped.Contrary to expectations, he displayed no anger, rage, or remorse, instead heading directly for the heart of the demon army.The blood of the fallen rose like a tsunami, merging with him as he flew across the sky.He reached the center of the demon army.Suddenly, the world turned crimson.An enormous energy wave tore through space and time, shredding the strongest demons into dust.More blood erupted, fueling further explosions.Until everything was reduced to dust.The crimson devil, the supposedly unkillable villain, finally perished. But, unknown to him, fate had other plans.After death, Oliver Thorne was sent to his teenage years. The time before he became a villain.What would he do with the unexpected second chance he received?[ A/N: This is a modern fantasy novel that happens on a slightly more advanced parallel earth.The main character is a villain who regresses to a time before he lost everything.The main character’s ability is blood manipulation, blood storage and infinite regeneration with blood.]Tags : Action, Adventure, Scheming Protagonist, Villainous Protagonist, Politics, War, Military, Otherworld, Portal, Monsters. Super power, Super heroes, Super villains.

At first, when he learned that he was forced to go to many different routine worlds and be reborn into all kinds of cannon fodder, he was against it.

Gazing at the Starbucks café at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again.

Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but stumbled and bumped against someone.

The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him.

“Jesus Christ”, he muttered.

The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart.

Tears flooded her eyes and she could barely speak, “I knew you would come back for me Raymond”. She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him, but he blocked her lips with his palm.

“Whoa, whoa, Miss !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else.”

“What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancée,” she said and stretched her hand showing the ring on her finger.

He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said,

“Miss please, I am already a married man.”

And then he silently walked away.

The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.

I, Chen *Ping’an, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping’an, Ping’an* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping’an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.

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