Ascendance of a Bookworm - Volume 7, Chapter 8: Understanding Both Sides (Part 2)

He Xingzhou knew about the invasion of the worm clan and the dangerous fate of the solar system. To resist the apocalyptic crisis, he stepped out to warn mankind!He Xingzhou shocked the world when he built a nuclear reactor and activated the genes of the worm clan on stream!Thus, under his plan, the entire country started building steel cities, massive mechs, spaceships, space castles...He Xingzhou said, “Let's set a small goal. Let's first build a Dyson sphere around the sun.”[Dark Technology] + [Engineering Upgrade] + [Solar System Exploration] + [Dyson Sphere Plan] + [Star Cluster]. All of these elements make up our latest sci-fi novel!

Violet Blackwood grew up with a perfect life. Her father was the Alpha of the Blue Rise pack, the pack members loved her, and she had a mate who was devoted to her. However, when she finds herself pregnant after an unfortunate premeditated scheme, the beautiful web of lies and deception comes crashing down, revealing the ugliness within.Violet leaves the pack with vows to return for revenge and take back what was hers.Sylas Hale was a mysterious and powerful rogue. No pack dared to cross paths with him, steering clear of him. However, that one night had their paths entangled.The connection between them went deeper than ordinary.

It wasn’t even malicious criticism.I just gave feedback in the tone I was asked to.So why the hell did I, the writer who just wanted to help a junior, possess this body of the prospective groom… a villain, who died in the hands of the heroine on their wedding night?

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.