Age of Adepts - Chapter 1391 - The Demi-god Lich

GunGun, as a national treasure(panda), was stolen by thieves and skinned. Once he woke up, he had a healthy body and lots of bamboo leaves. But monsters with glowing eyes surrounded him, most importantly they were floating, have greenish blue faces, fangs, and have no little legs?!

(⊙o⊙) Oh, the two-legged monster is here again, huh, is this bowl of food for him? These tender leaves are delicious, they should be hidden in the deepest part of the den.

There was an extra panda cub in the Interstellar Admiral’s embrace which he brought everywhere he goes. The place where a gun was once placed turned into a place for holding a basket full of leaves.

One day, GunGun became a beautiful boy.

Pouting face GunGun: Big monster I’m hungry. Huh? Where’s my fur!

The admiral’s face flushed crimson red being overwhelmed by its cuteness: “!!!!!” My darling!

******Small Theater~******

GunGun who was holding a small bamboo shoot and shivering: It’s so scary, monsters with no heads or tails are floating!

The admiral who fell from the sky: GunGun, don’t be afraid.

GunGun who was holding a little apple and shivering: It’s so scary, a glowing green skull is smiling at me!

The admiral who fell from the sky: GunGun, don’t be afraid.

GunGun who was clinging to the Admiral’s thigh with wet eyes: Ah, the corpse moved! He said that I’m cute and wanted to touch me.

The admiral who became fierce: This absolutely won’t do!

- Description from Novelupdates

In a world where cruelty reigns and only the ruthless survive, Arthur—a boy born in the gutters of a city ruled by monsters—knows only one truth: power decides fate. Shackled by the past, driven by vengeance, and desperate to carve his own path, he plunges into a brutal struggle for dominance. But as blood stains his hands and the lines between man and beast blur, Arthur stumbles upon something far more dangerous than war—fragments of a life he was never meant to have. A name. A home. A reason to fight beyond survival.But is survival enough, or will he become the very thing he swore to destroy?

Yu Mengruo transmigrated into a Zerg.
The good news is that he is a rare male with special privileges, and he also has the golden finger as standard for traversal.
The bad news is that the Zerg is a strong race, and the original owner just failed the promotion and was abandoned by the family. Within three days, within a very small range of options, he must choose a female partner with a worrying comprehensive score. The siege of marriage.
Yu Mengruo left his partner’s position to the desolate Bai Yueguang after a brief period of ignorance.
Bai Yueguang, who the original owner could not ask for, was a military female from humble background but self-improvement. Due to serious injuries that were difficult to cure, she could only be discharged from the army’s high position and became a defective product that was criticized by cold eyes.
When the once sharp sword was covered with dust, Yu Mengruo (thinking to himself) appeared as a radiant savior and stretched out his hand to the female worm in desperation.
Female worm: Is it to avenge my original rejection? 【Heart is like ashes.jpg】
Yu Mengruo: Nonsense, I am the reward for your hard work.
【Lightning Protection Guide】
Although the copywriting looks like a favorite, it’s just a wild cat master who has not been domesticated and decided to give the stupid shit shovel a chance to get close to his story. The author thinks that it is mutual favor and two-way healing, but maybe readers will think that it is favored? Anyway, it’s not attacking the favor, it’s not attacking the favor, it’s not attacking the favor, and the important things are said three times!

Content label: Farming text system sweet text cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yu Mengruo ┃Supporting role: Sharka ┃Others: Zerg
Sentence introduction: Crossing the adult Zerg male.
Purpose: Dreams and hard work create success.

- Description from novelbuddy

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.