Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead - Chapter 135: Lady Syklon

“I, an Immortal Cultivator in this world of superheroes, alone understand the Dao.”Elius Northrim had a peaceful life—until he blacked out and awakened with tragic memories of his past life.Along with those memories was a realization that in his eighteen years, he was living in a brutal superhero universe, and his ruthless alien father—whom he had never met and a SUPERMAN equivalent of this world—was coming for his life because one of his brothers, the main character of the comic awakened his Solarion bloodline.Surviving while being mistaken for an awakened Solarion offspring of his father too, Elius must keep the truth hidden—he’s not one of them, but an immortal cultivator.If his father discovers the deception, both he and his mother will die.But the worst part is that he has become his father's favorite among the two. To avoid being constantly under his father's watch, Elius enrolls in a superhero academy, blending in while secretly growing stronger.However, with rival students, watchful instructors, and his father’s looming presence, one mistake could mean death.Now, he must master his powers, play his role, and survive—before his secret is exposed as a lone immortal cultivator in this world of Superheroes.

That night, she shed off the image of a young maiden’s immaturity, forming a ripple in the deepest parts of the Cold Palace…

That day, she kneeled before him begging for mercy. She didn’t want anything. She only wanted to leave the palace and become an ordinary girl….

A bunch of elegant and good looking heavenly princes. A lowly palace maid with a mind as calm as still water.

If they were to meet, would it be an encounter like dewdrops and the autumn wind or would it be a lament of a country…

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There was no light in the night, save for the sound of war drums and war cries.

The young man listened carefully, it was the sound of his heartbeat and the flow of his blood.

What lay hidden in the darkness ahead? Is it man, god or……a monster?

There was no such thing as the best road, because the journey beneath one’s feet is limitless!

As a child with an unattainable dream, I yearned to become a Hero, but I veered off the right path. Looking back, my aspiration to save others was nothing more than a foolish dream. I now realize the magnitude of my sins and the impossibility of atoning for them.