Advent of the Three Calamities - Chapter 96 Phecda [2]

She, a genius abandoned by her clan. He, a proud, pampered, two-faced imperial crown prince, a developing supreme ruler of the world. She, tricking him, disguised as a pig to eat a tiger, suppressing him, provoking him. Every time, after playing with him and stirring him up, she’d escape.

Wyatt Jacob, a young man who hated the profession he once loved as a marine biologist after being brutally castrated and sexually assaulted by a pod of dolphins, had lived his life with pain and suffering as an impotent man having no other choice than to continue his work as a marine biologist with the emotional trauma that now accompanied it to earn a living.

But that was until he met the 'Happiness god' who granted him the chance to be reborn in the 'World of Tharcania'. A world filled with wonders and mysteries as 'a pirate; -'a prince exiled by his empire and thrown into the sea.

Now given another chance to live his life with his little brother intact, Wyatt will sail the seas of the 'World of Tharcania', exploring its beauty and wonders with the various pleasures that came with it.

Chang Xia is an anomaly in the tribe——

She doesn’t dress up, make friends, or play around. She likes to hoard all kinds of wild vegetables, and she doesn’t eat meat, saying it’s unpalatable. The whole tribe was worried that she would not grow up and die.

When she became an adult, she directly picked up a sick seedling and married her.

later.

Chang Xia used the hoarded wild vegetables to farm and feed the entire tribe; she built houses and roads, so that the tribe would no longer suffer from cold and freezing; she also conquered the entire ancient continent with delicious food.

Finally, the clansman knew that the sickly seedling beside Chang Xia was once the most powerful totem warrior of the tribe. At this time, the clansmen understood that Chang Xia was the most powerful.

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Listen here, because I've seen it with my very own eyes.William Oh was born on the hundredth floor of The Tower, to the greatest Climbers of the ancient world, steeped in the Tower's lethal miasma from the moment he drew breath, giving him strange and unnatural powers.They say he is an immortal being who circles the dreams of mortal men, resurfacing wherever the need is greatest. Those who disparage him will fall into despair, but if you're a Climber in a tight scrape, look to the sky and say a little prayer.Maybe he will appear?Odds are probably better if you pay for my drink.- Rumor overheard on a 1st Floor Tavern. Originator did not pay his tab.