I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages - Chapter 1222 - 1122: Blade storm _2

A seemingly ordinary training exercise led Chen Jian and his squad into a completely different time and space.In the post-apocalyptic world, monsters run rampant, and the surviving humans struggle to live under their terrifying claws.To fight the monsters, the living have abandoned everything.Human nature no longer exists; beastliness is the mainstream.To defeat them, one must first become them.-----------------Chen Jian was supposed to be like the others here, pursuing the maddening evolution.But, when the tungsten-core armor-piercing round first penetrated the Kui Niu's keratin armor, he suddenly discovered...Perhaps there is another way to stay alive?

It’s a world of men.

It’s a mystical tribe.

Liang Yue crossed over as the son of the chieftain.

The whole tribe is concerned about Liang Yue’s marriage.

Every races in the whole tribe want to have baby with Liang Yue~

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After the Fall of Guardian God. His legacy was passed on to Zack. Zack, Who was quite ambitious and Powerful. Can He follow the footprints left behind by the Guardian God or Forge own damn legacy till the end?

He is Smart, Calm, and Collected. Decisive during decision-making. He learns and grows. In the world of Humans, Monsters, and other unknown species. How is he going to overcome the challenges? and began his journey towards the Unknown.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.