MTL - After Setting up Her Own Stall, the Bigshot in Mystic Arts Went Viral - Chapter 118 : Public performance of the hero disappearing technique

In a world where humanity lives in suspended space, children undergo a fishing test when they come of age. Those with immaculate talents have the possibility of becoming great fishing masters.

In the endless sea, every life is imbued with a sacred mission. There are fish that can fly, turtles that have absorbed the worldly essence, and whales that can devour the heaven and earth… There are also countless fishers.

Fishing is an art.

There is an ancient saying: If you can’t fish, you might as well be bait.

Reborn as an Evolving Space Monster.The Paru is a peculiar Species that can be found billions of light-years away from Earth, on a small planet covered by strange minerals and crystals. The Parus are peaceful, as they can eat anything. From earth, to minerals, all suits their tastes. Why would such a peaceful Species develop the ability to Evolve by Devouring? The Parus Devour the minerals and crystals, which allow their shells to grow tougher and tougher every day. What happens when a person is Reborn as a Paru? What happens when a Paru isn't seeking a peaceful life, but one filled with adventure, adrenaline-pumping fights, and otherworldly beauties?The peaceful Species turns into a Calamity feared by this universe, and the next.

Aurora Moon tragically dies in a car accident after a bitter argument with her cold-hearted boss, Alexander Graystone.By a miracle, God grants her a second chance, allowing her to rebirth as a young woman who shares her first name.Just as she believes this new life offers a fresh start, she is shocked to discover that she is married – as the seventh wife.To her horror, her husband is none other than Alexander Graystone.

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…