Farming Space Makes Me Rich - Chapter 387 - Happy Night!

“Beast Forge? What the hell is that?”He thought while walking out of the alley. The streets were almost empty, with only the homeless wandering around, picking up anything valuable that was dropped. He walked over to join them, still thinking he needed to do this to survive. But as he bent down, a black screen appeared in front of him, with white text displayed on it.[Beast Forge system activatedUser successfully registeredScanning user... doneUser has not awakened, cannot use Beast Forge.Analyzing for possible solutions.... doneMission: Run 10 km before 00:00Reward: Force awakeningFailure: Loss of the Beast Forge systemWill you accept this mission: YES/NO]

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

This story is a rehash of the Pea Princess but set in ancient times. It tells the tale of an elegant maiden, and a doting, loyal puppy who also happens to be a rugged hunter! He was serious about pampering his wife! Yue Jiaojiao woke up in the body of a beautiful girl who was grievously injured from leaping off a cliff. If she hadn’t been rescued by a hunter who was passing by, perhaps she would have died. Looking at the soft, delicate “little fairy” in front of him, the rugged hunter decided he would play the role of a loyal puppy to the max!

The delicate Jiaojiao was a clean freak, so there would always be hot towels ready all day long. Jiaojiao was being disturbed by her uncle and aunt? Hurry up and sever all ties with them! Jiaojiao’s feet hurt from walking? My arms are capable of lifting her! Jiaojiao said she wanted to marry me? Zhao Zhan was stunned. Was this real? Was this not a dream?

Generally, Yue Jiaojiao would never have offered herself in return for being rescued. However, the rugged hunter was too awesome!***As time passed, Zhao Zhan realized that his wife was a real lucky star. Ever since she entered his life, he had happiness! And wealth! Even those evildoers who framed Jiaojiao had already been dealt with! Still, in comparison to his material possessions, Jiaojiao will always be the most precious gem in his heart. She was the treasure that he would pamper till the world’s end!

[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”