Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 928: Dying Old Farts

Yang An transmigrated into a world of Demon Fiends where everything had been tainted by filth.Anyone who stepped onto the path of cultivation, whether immortal, god, or Demon Fiend, would have to pay a great price, which caused the distortion and abnormality of this world.Fortunately, he discovered he possessed the ability to completely perform Purification on all sullied things, capable of eliminating all costs.

We have all heard the legends of great wizards, but do we know how those stories begin? Ardan Egobar, a young man living in a remote corner of the New Monarchy Empire, does not. He doesn't realize that this story is about him. Not yet...In a world where steam locomotives chug along iron rails, where massive airships hover in the skies, where in the cities you might encounter orcs in suits involved in organized crimes, dwarves with cigars controlling major banks, or elves strutting down fashionable boulevards, where humans have built vast nations on the brink of a world war, almost anything seems possible.Maybe, in such a world, even an ordinary young man, the last of the mountain hunters, might one day become the greatest wizard in history.

Adrian Grant is handsome, wealthy, and powerful, embodying self-restraint and propriety as the epitome of a wealthy heir.Married for three years, Eleanor Winslow has had enough of his coldness.People couldn’t believe that after Eleanor painstakingly fought her way into the position, she would choose to divorce.Eleanor said: “His demands are too overwhelming, I can't handle it. I'm valuing my life!”Other socialites are eager to take the position of Mrs. Grant.President Grant pulls Eleanor into his arms and kisses her: “Divorce? What nonsense.”[Mutual Redemption]

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…