Mechanical Alchemist - Chapter 471 - 470 【Crown】

Anthony was an orphan and has been through the hard life filled with sufferingWorking twenty four hours a day with nothing to show for it.He prayed everyday for a better day but god seem to not hear himHe only read novels and other books in other to escape his harsh reality, because it was only in it he found solaceHe died one night on his way home from work after cursing god for the first time as a result of his frustration.He thought he would be heading to hell for cursing god.But a Unique being that even the universe couldn't fathom was intrigued with Anthony's soul.He decided to grant Anthony a wish after he had been through a hard lifeFollow Anthony as he vows to achieve whatever he couldn't in his past life.He shall stand above all with absolute powerAll tremble with just the mention of his name

Li Mo, who has studied antiques and miscellaneous studies since childhood, had a mutated eye in an accident.

Unsophisticated and generous bronzes, exquisite porcelain, calligraphy and paintings with horizontal brush and ink, and thrilling gambling stones came one after another. Since then, Li Mo’s life has undergone subversive changes.

I have divine pupils, and there is no treasure in the world.

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There are a total of seven sins, and a revelation is made to a young man named Alex that he is destined to become a demon lord, more especially a demon lord of sin called LUST.

It's not like he can change that and because he always knew something about himself was different—not in a physical sense, well, maybe a little—and not in a mental sense—but rather because he is thrown into a demonic war that compels him to accept his new reality.

He was only aware of a difference in himself. Relating to him and the ladies who are drawn to him... Well, it was more or less like he was a magnet in front of all the girls, and all the girls were drawn to him like a metal.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.