Reincarnated To Evolve My Bee Empire - Chapter 320: Don’t believe, just help

A world from another dimension suddenly appeared in the Milky Way galaxy and collided with the earth. A spatial collapse occurred, which allowed the monsters crossing over from the other side to invade various countries, and the earth fell into great calamity.

The military was powerless against the invasion because modern weapons didn't work against monsters from another world. Under the desperate situation, a god-like figure appeared and bestowed blessings upon the humans to awaken their power. From then on, the earth regained its hope, and these extraordinary people were called Realizers.

Tenku Okuihara is a five-year-old boy who dreams of becoming a Realizer to protect the world and his family. But an incident changed his life goal from a hero to a grim reaper.

After Chu Xia transmigrated, the villain forcefully grabbed onto his chin. With a gloomy expression and dark eyes, he coldly said, “Since you really enjoy hiring people to ruin others, why don’t you get a taste of your own medicine today.”

Chu Xia glanced at the goons standing behind the villain with eyes filled with a third of ridicule, a third of disgust, and a fourth of disappointment: That’s it? That’s all you got?

Gong before: He isn’t worthy of being compared to XXX. / Stay away from me, don’t touch me. / I’m straight, don’t get any ideas…

Gong after: So fragrant.

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In the end of the world, the fittest survive.

Come back from rebirth, seize the opportunity, just want to survive in the hopeless end times.

Three months before Mu Nan returned to the apocalypse, he sold all his savings to accumulate supplies, hoarded everything he could hoard like a hamster, and then huddled in his own house and lived a low-key life, carefully waiting for the apocalypse to come step by step…

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In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.