Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist - Chapter 204 - 57: The World-Shocking Theory of Qi Circulation

Warning - Adult 18+ contentIf you love apocalyptic world than you are at right place.Read few chapters and you will definitely love it.Nonetheless here is short summary - World have been hit by a virus which infected most of the people. Those who survived it become evolver and those who didn't are dead. With below one percent survivality rate ,less than a million people are left on the earth after one month of apocalypse.Lukas got infected while securing some food for his family and when he thought it was his end, he received a message from God of Lust whose small mistake doomed earth...Important Points:- No NTR, No YuriRead only when you can handle extreme smut and langaugeHidden Tags:- Netori, Taboo(Non-blood related),Heavy smut, Extreme Kinks, Anal, Milfs

The rule had always been this way: the strong over the weak, the rich over the poor. Mark knew this, he'd even experienced it.After his boss fired him for discovering the affair with his girlfriend (who also worked at their small gaming company), Mark vowed never to be humiliated like that again. He wanted to rise above everyone, to become the world's top player, the one who made the rules and decided everyone's fate. But that was wishful thinking. He was just a heavyset, nerdy guy with some programming skills and a large appetite. What else did he have going for him?Hit hard by this reality, jobless and dumped, Mark withdrew into gaming, which also became his source of income. One day, after leaving a bad review for a game he played and streamed, he received a strange reply from the game's creator. Suddenly, Mark found himself transported to Aetherium, the world of that same game, as Magnus Lancaster, the young lord of a crumbling territory.Now, with this new beginning, he vowed never to be weak again, never to leave his fate in someone else's hands.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”