Sky-cracking Rider - Chapter 792: Section 787 - Monk Buries Lightning

Crossers invaded the world and thrust Humanity into an interworld conflict.Humanity's instinct for survival was stimulated—rekindling the ancestral bloodline's legacy that lies dormant within them. Vampires, Elves, and even Demons were not mere figures of fantasy, but rather the true ancestors of Humanity in ages past.Thus, Hybrids were reintroduced to the world.Lucivar Asarafall, a man of humble origin—failed to awaken his bloodline. Despite his good deeds, his family loathed him. In his final trial, he swore to succeed but fate intervened, he was chosen as the monthly sacrifice for his city.In a near-death experience, his bloodline awakened, an Angel.A turning point in his life, but soon he realized that he was not the Angel he thought to be.In a world where the rulers were descendants of Dracula, the Dark Prince—or Chi Long, the Inferno King, the bloodline of malevolent beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension coursed through Lucivar's veins.While others became Hybrids, Lucivar became the messenger of Evil Gods, a False Angel.“Who cares about good or evil? If I kill someone wicked, it's a win, one less rival in my way. If I kill someone noble, it is still a win—the world would've consumed them sooner or later. So why not let it happen by my hand? After all, I'm more practical. I became stronger and you get a painless death, win-win”———Very manipulative and unhinged MC, be warned. He's a slave to the Evil Gods.A trickster God.An arrogant God.A chaotic God.A wrathful God.A puritanical God.Read to find who these Gods are!———

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

Master said, the woman I held in my hands, I must protect for the rest of my life.

Wang Ran transmigrated a year into the past when zombies had first appeared in the world.

He initially wanted to use his knowledge of future events to gather resources and then find a reliable Awakened camp to spend his days.

However, to his surprise, he seemed to have also become an Awakened after he transmigrated.

Yet, he felt that his Awakened ability was somewhat…unique. Others gained greater speed and strength, but he seemed to have gained the ability where his blood could cure zombies.

Wang Ran, who was rejected by the survivor camp, could only build his own camp.

However, why was it that he was surrounded by mutant female zombies?

Wang Ran wailed, “Sister, I know you’re very beautiful, but I cannot take in any more recruits. I am about to be sucked dry.”