Enlightened Empire - Chapter 175 New Toys

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.

--Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of violence and bloodshed. No one under 18 is allowed---To not get confused by the end chapters, read Fallen Chronicles first----0---Have you ever pondered the mechanisms behind the Demon King's power system? Wondered how they attain such strength at the game's outset, or why they seem to advance in levels more swiftly and efficiently than the heroes?Well... this is what our MC will discover very soon.---0---

Meng Huaiyin accidentally traveled to another world, and chose to participate in the romance drama because he was penniless.

However, what she didn’t expect was that there was a person who followed her all the way to Lianshan when she just crossed over.

Meng Huaiyin: shivering.jpg

The show just started:

Xiao Nanqi stared at Meng Huaiyin with sharp eyes like a knife, but Meng Huaiyin was so frightened that the melon in his hand dropped.

Barrage:

[He loves her so much, it was love at first sight yyds. ]

[Running in both directions, Grandpa is here. ]

[Woohoo, please lock up the two of you.]

Meng Huaiyin: Excuseme? ?

The love and killing of the dog hero and the dog heroine are daily.

[Come here, they are not human anymore, kick over this bowl of dog food. ]

Xiao Nanqi & Meng Huaiyin: Thank you for the invitation, I am not human 🙂

- Description from novelbuddy

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.