Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 473

As soon as Qin Yao opened her eyes, she was transported into the body of an ancient peasant woman from the end of the world.

There are four stepsons at home waiting to be fed.

A bastard who has nothing but good looks is jumping up and down.

The family lives in a thatched hut with not even a grain of rice in the jar. The whole family is as skinny as refugees.

Forget it, there are still people coming to ask for debts!

Qin Yao was angry from the bottom of her heart and kicked her bastard husband out, “Brother who wants to pay debts, please just beat him to death!”

Four stepsons:! ! !

The world is clean, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves and makes a fortune.

She is great at hunting, carrying bags, and killing horse thieves.

It is this kind of land, facing the loess and turning its back to the sky. Even the top strong men who have been struggling in the apocalypse wave their hands repeatedly: I can’t stand it! I really can’t stand it!

Qin Yao scratched his head: In ancient times when agricultural taxes were extremely high, how could we stop farming?

At this time, the lazy husband who was sent to die (twisted and crawled) (struggled to stand up) (screamed and roared): Wife! I think I can still save a little more!

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Standing before you are:

Guardian and patron of darkness,

Disruptors and Reshapers of Order,

creator and persecutor of licking dogs,

The tea master, the goddess of the dark night, the nightmares and gravediggers of the gods,

The true ancestor of blood – Charlotte de Castel.

With madness, with blood, with curse, with destruction.

This is a legend belonging to the blood family…

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Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.

"What you do in life, Echoes in Eternity."

The System, who goes by the code name, Thirteen, defied the System God in order to give his previous Hosts’ the chance to change their Fates.

Unfortunately, he was killed by his Father, the System God, and was sent to the world of Pangea to struggle like the Cannon Fodders that he fought so hard to protect.

Armed with his knowledge as a System, Thirteen vowed to change not only his Fate, but the Fate of others whose destinies were tied up with him.

In a world torn by power and corruption, a fallen System will bring out a symphony of change, or lead it to its destruction.