Draconic King of Shadows - Chapter 84: The Third Mission

Wen Xuan, the chief disciple of Shui Yunzong, respected the teacher halfway and loved his fellow students, was a model among his disciples.
    He had thought he would spend his life like this.
    Until one day, he met an open younger brother.
    His brother told him that this world is actually a text.
    And he, as the ugliest and humble negative character in the text of the upgrading and upgrading, will be bumpy in the second half of life, departed from relatives, and desolate.
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    “Too many people have talked about your life in scornful sarcasm after tea. No one knows how you spent those years and no one sees how you hold onto the bottom line in the lonely struggle. No one cares about the suffering you have experienced and your persistence. But I have seen it and I know that I care. ”

    “So I came to this world and became your dependency.”

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Noel Cross. A model student. A kind brother. The man every girl once dreamed of.With his handsome looks and flawless manners, he seemed perfect—at least to most.But beneath the smile… beneath the pristine facade… lies a bottomless void.And one fine day, when his smile could’ve finally turned genuine, a message appears—one only he can see.[Binding with Codex Null: Complete.][You have one free simulation available.]Now, an impossible system lies within his grasp—one that simulates his life, reveals hidden truths, and grants power unimaginable to the former him.With it, his fragile sense of control finally slips away.Love that was, in truth, obsession. Possession, teetering on madness.And a world that feels even more fragile than these women’s insecurities.Faced with it all, Noel must make a choice:Keep pretending.Or embrace the chaos…And become something far worse than anyone ever imagined.

The most powerful sword was broken in an ancient war and now its spirit is reborn in a common sword and bought by a girl named Li Qingming.The sword spirit senses that Li, though weak now, boasts some traces familiar to it, which remind it of its former owner and his friends.

He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.