Rebooting the Arena - Chapter 63: Lena’s Storm Control

Kyle broke free.He finally punched that guy in the face!But yeah, in return, he and his cronies would beat Kyle to death. Kind of a bad deal, but screw them anyway!He didn't regret punching this guy even once!However, just when Kyle was getting his face pushed in, a powerful Magic Lady intervened and offered him a job. Bit of a weird time to recruit someone, but sure.What was his job?He had to go to a different world and become its Overseer, whatever that meant. This entire deal seemed a bit shady.A world where one person can fight thousands of people.A world where gigantic beasts shattered mountains.Sadly, Kyle was just some random guy. He couldn't shatter mountains. Hell, he could barely fight a single guy.Well, that just meant he had to grow more powerful.And during Kyle's stay in that world, he would realize that he really liked the feeling of breaking stuff with his big hammer.Join Kyle on his journey to become the Strongest Hammer God.

Kain can control luck because of the curse, doomed to run from death - forever.“I lost everything again...?” Kain muttered. The Keepers fell as the monsters burst out of the Rift.Unlike the others, he hated Keepers, the only people capable of fighting the creatures from the Astral Dimension. Everyone saw them as heroes, but Kain blamed them for the greatest tragedy of his life - the death of his parents.Ironically, the sacrifice of one Keeper allowed Kain to obtain a Rune Brand - the key to begin a trial, the outcome was either power or death.Facing another world, Kain discovered that his blood was cursed, and misfortune would always haunt him.But death would avoid Kain, wanting to keep such a valuable sacrifice for a god. Only failure would await him, but if it were possible, death would pass by.Now, Kain must break his curse and take fate into his own hands for the first time in his life or remain a nameless offering.

On March 1, 1999, during the old era, a gigantic six-winged creature with a bloodshot giant eyeball at the center of its six wings suddenly appeared over the land of Gaul, resembling an “angel” descending on earth!

On January 27, 2000, during the old era, an enormous flaming giant, wearing a crown, emerged in the Arctic Iceland, standing hundreds of meters tall. The ice and snow melted, the earth collapsed, and the civilian casualties amounted to a hundred thousand!

On February 13, 2000, during the old era, Mount Fuji erupted, and a colossal beast resembling an upright lizard emerged from molten lava. Three days later, the island of Honshu fell under its wrath.

During the old era…

In 123 during the new era, Chu Lingjun transmigrated into this terrifying world, but he possessed an electric eel clone.

As the electric eel grew stronger, so did Chu Lingjun, and this electric eel could continuously devour and evolve without limit!

As the body of the electric eel grew larger, reaching hundreds of meters, then kilometers, and even transforming into a dragon, Chu Lingjun’s became increasingly powerful.

The people around Chu Lingjun started to change their attitude towards him.

His mother asked, “Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?”

His relatives asked, “Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?”

His friends asked, “Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?”

Strange beasts asked, “Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?”

Chu Lingjun was dumbfounded.

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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