Genshin Impact: I, Heavenly Principle, Will Make Teyvat Supreme - Chapter 141: After This Meal, You Will All Belong to Me

A question I often ask myself, is the human desire for self-destruction never going away?

Travel through the endless apocalypse world, and find the answer behind every kind of demise!

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A hundred years ago, Chen Qingyuan entered a forbidden zone called Sky Abyss, where his soul lamp extinguished, and everyone believed he had died. Today, although Chen Qingyuan has emerged alive from the forbidden zone, his cultivation has been completely crippled, and his spiritual roots are shattered. Faced with the remorse of lost love and the oppression of various sects, how should Chen Qingyuan proceed?“Chen Qingyuan, I'll give you two choices: one, marry me; two...”Inside Sky Abyss, there lives a girl in a red dress, with eyes like stars and a gentle voice.“I choose the second option.”Before the girl in the red dress could finish speaking, Chen Qingyuan decisively made his choice.(Main character with a dark belly + no system + humor + traditional fantasy + weak synopsis)

In 2120, the level of human science and technology has once again reached a new level.

The birth of a new race, the virtual metaverse world that can make consciousness immortal, the freezing technology that can use time to fight against terminal illness, and the brand-new capital arena… Dazzlingly appeared before the eyes of the natives of the earth.

How can humans and AI coexist? Which one is more dignified, life by idling or natural death?

Confusion, confrontation, venting, and shouting seem to have become the norm… On Zhang Yunxi’s eighteenth birthday, his whole family was killed by a nanny. He came to a place called Qingshan Theological Seminary full of doubts.

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For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”