Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World - Chapter 6

Travel across different worlds and become a fallen aristocratic lord. With the help of the proficiency panel, you can start your liver experience with the ancestral knight breathing method, follow the wizard’s footsteps step by step, and embark on a bizarre and mysterious journey.

PS: FL isn’t a pushoverIn her previous life, Marissa Austen and her sister, Ashlyn Austen were forced to choose between two men―Derek Thompson. The Grand Duke of Denver. He’s the cold, unfeeling older brother and Carlos Thompson. The bastard son of the Thompsons. He’s the charming, magnetic younger brother. Ashlyn chose Derek, convinced it was her path to luxury. But when she found her husband forever absent and unloving, whispers of his infidelity spread and was eventually thrown out of the duchy, envy consumed her. Meanwhile, Marissa’s husband was rising in power, day by day closing the gap with his brother and finally gaining the title of the Grand Duke. Blinded by jealousy, Ashlyn dragged them both to their deaths.When Marissa opened her eyes, she was back on the day their wedding carriages were arriving at the church’s courtyard. This time, Ashlyn insisted she switch carriage with Marissa. Her intention: To take the younger brother. But she never knew the truth: every of his achievements were because of Marissa, and he was not what he seemed. And Marissa was only too glad to claim the older brother as her own. What does fate have in store for the two sisters?

All humans on Blue Star descended to a world without land, where the sky is filled with floating islands.Everyone must choose a profession, start anew here, and strive to survive!Han Xing, who just entered the game, unexpectedly activated the only hidden SSS-level talent, 'Divine-level Artisan.'“Successfully made a blunt wooden stick, Quality - Legend, Feature: Never breaks, with a 100% dizziness effect.”“Successfully made a rusty iron sword, Quality - Epic, Feature: Unbreakable, with a 100% tetanus effect.”

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”