Picking Up Fragments - Chapter 348: The One Who Dares to Hit Me!

A long time later, Ah Zhao and her younger generations started chatting about her own story.

“At first, I was selected by the system to become the man’s plug-in to help him reach the pinnacle of life.”

“-Then what happened afterward?”

Ah Zhao lit a cigarette and her expression had great changes:

“-Later, I became the wife of the Male God.”

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Far in the eastern corner of the world lies a city covered in chaos, Aetherpolis. A city that is far more different than any other, a ruin where law and order are mere fantasies. This place isn’t governed by the government nor military powers. This city….. belongs to the gangs.And at the top of the food chain stand those with terrifying strength. The Awakened Users.These are individuals who have unlocked their Drive Core, a latent force within every human that responds not just to strength or talent, but to pain, trauma, and intense emotions. Only by facing these can the Drive Core bloom.Into this brutal world steps Ren Asakura, a quiet teenage swordsman with his Tempest Drive. On a quest to find his lost brother, he joins the well known gang ZEAL, determined to dismantle the corrupt and violent gangs that rule Aetherpolis.But every turf war brings him closer to a chilling realization, the true enemy has yet to reveal themselves, and the battle for the soul of the city is only just beginning.In a world where power is earned through suffering and only the ruthless survive…You either DRIVE forward or you BREAK.

At the moment of her suicide, she was filled with joy, for her great vengeance had been satisfied, and her wishes were fulfilled.Yet, heaven ordained her rebirth before the apocalyptic world.In her past life, she harbored fear towards his possessive imprisonment.In this life, she depended on him, was infatuated with him, clung to him, loved him.Together, they faced ghostly trickeries and walked through the hell on earth, never to be separated again.

He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.