My Love Debts Are Everywhere! - Chapter 547: The Figure Behind the Eclipse Trading House - Part 2

IntroductionQiankun Wenqing Valley: After Tang San successfully defeated the God of Destruction, he planned to take action himself and begin taming Huo Yuhao...Suddenly, a mysterious black hole appeared, sucking all the creatures from the Douluo Continent and the God Realm into the plane cracks!Then, a comparison live broadcast appeared, revealing the vastly different lives of two Huo Yuhaos!Huo Yuhao in the Original World: As a child, he was bullied by the Duchess and Dai Huabin. During his time at Shrek Academy, he was deceived and manipulated. Even though he had a girlfriend, he could only look at her but never touch her! His surname was even changed in the finale! Controlled by Tang San like a mere pet, his life was nothing but tragedy.Huo Yuhao in the Parallel World: From a young age, he took control of his own fate—beheading the Duchess, defeating Dai Huabin, and escaping the Duke’s palace with his mother! He saw through the corruption of Shrek Academy in time and led everyone to flee together. As an adult, he took revenge personally, killing the scumbag Duke White Tiger! He destroyed the seal Tang San had placed on Wang Donger’s body, allowing her to give birth to a child, and when Tang San came to settle the score, he cut him to pieces...Original Timeline Huo Yuhao: “After comparing myself with him, I finally realize what a failure my life has been. I want to be like him. I refuse to be a coward any longer! Tang San, die!”Disclaimer: This is translation

Six months ago, tens of thousands of black phantom towers appeared all over the world, floating above the cities. Chemists, physicists, religious people… all of them could do nothing.

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

A false Sword Saint: Faintly discernible Martial Art and a matchless Sword Art. Killing one man with every ten steps, no traces left behind in ten miles.

A genuine Sword Saint: A deep and resounding bloodline, peerless strength, an inexhaustible power and one chop to destroy the world.

This is the story of a Swords Saint taking the path of a tank who cuts everything down on his path.

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