Chronicles of Primordial Wars - Chapter 840 - Broken Ice

****WARNING: R18****Nina was a normal high school student in Golden Oak School of the Elites. She belongs to the Bronze Class, where the students with the lowest ranks are.Golden Oak is known to be the school of the rich and famous. However, the Bronze Class is where the students who got admitted because of sponsorships or scholarships.Her family owns a small ramen shop near Northbay City Mall. Cross Realty Corporation was trying to buy all the land around the mall. They got almost everything except Nina's family business.Andrew Cross was the CEO of a shipping company as well as the next successor of Cross Realty. His father asked him to persuade Nina's family to sell the shop as part of his training as the heir. He belongs to the Platinum Class of Golden Oak College.When Andrew visited the ramen shop, Nina begged him to save her and her sisters from some gangsters who were asking his father to pay off his debt.“How much is it? I'll pay for it.” He said.“Ten million dollars or we'll get these girls and sell them to the underground cartel.” One of the men answered.“Please help us. Please save my sisters.” Nina begged.It wasn't the first time they met, she's friends with some rich kids that he hang out with and met her there. She hated him. But he was the only person who could help them now.Andrew looked at the girl who was begging in front of her. Her face was tilted up looking at his face. Her hazelnut eyes were sparkling from tears. Her red plump lips has a small cut in the lower part and her left cheek was swollen. Did someone hit her? He gritted his teeth but tried to hide his reaction from her.She wasn't like the women he dated. She wasn't classy or sophisticated but there was something in her that mesmerized him.“How do you plan on paying me?” He asked.“I'll do everything you ask. I-I'll give you myself.” She suddenly blurted.She was so innocent. She doesn't even know what was playing in his head when she said that. He brushed his hand to her cheeks and wiped the tears flowing from her face.“Then I'll buy you and your shop for fifteen million dollars. From now on, I own you. You belong to me.” He said with a wide grin on his face.

Yu Zhengdu joined a small start-up company that claim to offer “life management services”……as a programmer.

On his first day in office, he received a phone call from a stranger: “Hello, I received a text message from your company that informed me of my reincarnation tomorrow……”

Yu Zhengdu: “……??”

Shang Que, the beautiful little boss, said, “New employee, welcome to the Hell organisation in the human world. A thousand years ago, I was known to the human world as the Ghost King of Luofeng Mountain.”

Yu Zhengdu: “……??” From then on, he was incredibly distressed about the development of Hell.

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In the age of the Great Liang Dynasty, the lives of the people were made convenient with steam-powered machines that run on a fuel named Violetstream Gold. Chang Geng, who lived in a small countryside village, shared a distant relationship with his mother while his stepfather was away most of the year round, and the only people he was close to were two little kids, the village teacher, and his yi fu – adoptive father. But his life was flipped upside down one day following the barbaric Man tribes’ invasion, and it turned out that his entire identity had been an illusion – not only was Chang Geng himself not the country boy he thought he was, but also his mother, his teacher, and even his beloved yi fu…

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.