Chronicles of the True Wizard - Chapter 212:Book 4 - 14

There is no battle qi or magic here, only the royal beasts that have multiplied to the peak!

After time travel, Chen Mo awakened the talent of the entry training manual. After completing the challenges, he could endow spirit beasts or himself with various entries, so unscientific spirit beasts were born in his hands.

[Bronze wall and iron wall · Indestructible · Rough skin and thick flesh · Best meat shield · Yuan

A super-meat fox that is immune to…]

[Soul Singer·Actor·Popular Idol·Elegant…] Soul Diva.

[Master of fishing, master of throwing pots, clown, hard-mouthed…] the apostle of misfortune.

Ghost Assassin, Lurker, Son of Light, Fengshen Beloved, Phoenix, Emperor Ou…

【No Heroine】【Not Dark】

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I returned after 10 years.

After crossing, I also got the superhuman… twisted fruit.

This devil fruit was brought into full play by him.

Distort gravity, distort space, distort time.

Fight for hegemony in the new world and become the new emperor.

The top war choice is to completely evolve this epic battle into his stage.

Luo Chen declared to the world:

My time has come! !

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The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.