Blood Warlock: Succubus Partner In The Apocalypse - Chapter 291 - Shangguan Bing Xue Wakes Up From Her Coma

My name is Chen Huaian, and I’m dying of cancer.In my final days, I became obsessed with a game where you raise a virtual girlfriend.I spent all my savings buying her cultivation manuals and magical artifacts. Though my wallet was empty, I smiled like never before.I always thought it was just a game—until one day, my virtual girlfriend sent me a mystical pill.The next second, the pill materialized in my hand.I… might not have to die after all?——————————————————My name is Li Qingran. I was stripped of my cultivation, had my spiritual roots torn out, and was exiled from my sect, left to die in a broken-down hut.Just as I thought my life was over, I encountered a mysterious benefactor who never showed their face.This enigmatic figure healed my wounds, guided my cultivation, and helped me grow stronger until I became the most powerful sword cultivator in the Cangyun Realm.But the Cangyun Realm is on the brink of collapse. Spiritual energy is drying up, and the path to immortality is fading. Rumors spread that a mighty immortal from the Celestial Realm plans to merge our world with another on the verge of a spiritual resurgence.A great era of chaos is coming.And even immortals may fall.Desperate to find my benefactor, I scour the world for their traces.I will protect them—and become their eternal partner in the Dao!

Yohan Was a game maniac, he loves playing the cultivation game which was popular on the earth, he was one of the Famous players in the action genre, but unfortunately, he died while crossing the road, Truck Kun Hit him with lightning-fast speed.

“I am Going to die like this, I was about to get a breakthrough in the Heavenly Soul realm, I waited for six years for this day but Damn you, Truck Kun, you ruined my whole life” Yohan cursed truck Kun with his heart content.

A light struck on the young man who was In deep thought thinking about the woman he loves, unfortunately, A Lightning struck on his body And the Next moment He died.

when people saw that lighting struck on the particular area, The mob started gathering in that place, to see what is going on there.

Suddenly The body of the Young man started flickering with Red light and started shaking violently The next moment he opened his eyes.

“Where am i” Yohan mumbled and his memory of his previous life started to come into his mind.

“Shit, I Died And reincarnated in a Different World” The young man mumbled to himself while he found himself half-naked in the middle of the road while people were looking at him with wide-open eyes, The area around that place was destroyed by a Lightning strike.

“You shameless bastard what are you doing here ” A cold voice resounded in his ears, he looked behind in the direction of that voice.

“I Am a goner now” He mumbled when he saw a middle-aged man who was looking towards him with killing intent on his face.

Western VRMMO【DEMONDAL】was known for its extremely harsh game system. To begin with, there were no levels. There were no skills. There were no guilds. There was no inventory. There were no convenient system messages or maps of any kind either. It was so needlessly realistic that it was already basically a VR life simulator.

As for anything game-like, it was basically limited to weapon masteries; a proficiency level that you got from using your weapon, as well as physical strength that increased as well. That was it.

It was a fantasy game so there was magic, but forming a contract with a spirit was extremely difficult, and only 1% of the playerbase were magicians.

In this VR game【DEMONDAL】that was ridiculously close to reality, the protagonist Kei who was a well known mounted archery expert, was one day sent to another world with his Russian【DEMONDAL】friend.

The game that was severe to begin with had turned into a reality, and the harshness increased again――

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”