I Have A Cultivation World - Chapter 1663 - 829: Jin Feng’s Storage Bag (7000 Monthly Tickets Extra)

Jin-woo had never considered himself someone ordinary. Okay, that sounded like an arrogant thought to have, but he was definitely unordinary. He would always be reminded of this whenever he had to take his antipsychotic medication for his schizophrenia. It also didn’t help that he was starting High School with the whole school knowing this fact because of his little… slip up? Of course this comes with bullies targeting him, but that wasn’t new. Jin-woo was determined to do his best to avoid them and not draw any unnecessary attention to himself… But that was impossible as some God seemed to have cursed him to be in the same class as his bullies, and even that nosy popular girl who won’t stop talking to him in front of everyone. How many times did he have to say they weren’t friends, much less childhood friends for her to leave him alone?! However, what might be worse than being in the same class as your bullies and that annoying girl, was being in the same class as your bullies and that annoying girl, while being trapped in there because of a zombie virus outbreak… and somehow being the cause of it? Should he stay, or chance it with the hordes of zombies outside? What would you do?

I met the male lead in prison.

After three years of marriage, Xia Zimu died on her and Gu Huaixi’s wedding anniversary.

She spent all her ten years of youth chasing him.

However, even though she was hit badly, until he died, he never looked at her.

After living a new life, she resolutely filed for divorce, and finally achieved a positive result with the man who had silently guarded her for ten years.

Seeing her being sweet with others, Gu Huaixi finally went crazy.

“Mumu, I was wrong, turn around and look at me, okay?”

Xia Zimu held Lu Jinghao’s hand, smiling like a flower.

“Sorry, Young Master Gu, I don’t have any place for you in my heart.”

- Description from novelbuddy

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.