The Dark King - Chapter 1191: Rapid Evolution

This isn’t the struggle of an empire, nor the tempest of another world, and definitely not a cultivation story. This is actually a super serious (not really), super hard sci-fi novel about saving the world. Take what I’m saying seriously.(Don’t)

Okay, it’s really just a bunch of slippery leaders and their deceptive emperor having a fun time saving the world everyday.

An unmotivated otaku is transformed into the Emperor of an ancient intergalactic magic sci-fi empire, and with the aura of a stay-at-home dad, he is similar to an uncle who adopts an army of lolis. This is the hilarious story of an otaku and his freeloading army that appeared out of nowhere. Once again, this is a super serious story. This is a super-ultra-serious sci-fi story.

Have fun 😉

- Description from Novelupdates

When Li Yu woke up, he found that he had traveled to the game world of “Avenue Eternal”.

At this time, there is still half a year before the player arrives.

The evil demon catastrophe has not yet begun, and the forbidden areas of death such as the rotten swamp, the golden desert, the ghost country of the Yinshan Mountains, and the boundless monster sea are still silent. The whole world is calm.

Li Yu took advantage of his foresight and took advantage of the opportunity to develop wretchedly.

After the game is launched, along the Qingshui River, players often see a senior NPC with a glittering ID fishing.

Whenever the players approached excitedly to chat to see if they could apprentice or trigger tasks—

“What? You want to worship me as your teacher?”

Li Yu shook his head: “Excuse me, your qualifications are too poor. But Pindao once lost a Chilong jade pendant in the zombie cave. If you find this thing, I can teach you a spell.”

“Do you want to learn alchemy?” Li Yu smiled slightly: “There is a group of evil cultivators in the Wugui Cave of Qilao Mountain, as long as you can eliminate the evil for the people, and bring their magical instrument Xinjin and copper bottle to me, How about Pindao passing on your alchemy skills?”

“You want to worship Zixia Sect?”

“Do you want to learn alchemy?”

“It’s all right.”

Li Yu said meaningfully:

“But you have to understand one truth, there is no free lunch in this world!”

…

It was not until hundreds of years later that many top figures fell and disappeared, and the players also changed one after another, but Li Yu was still active in the world of dry ground, and he was even about to rise through calamity.

Many players have to sigh: This NPC is too strong!

- Description from novelbuddy

When Kim Seojin opened his eyes, he found himself three hundred years in the future.In the last three hundred years, humanity went through a lot of changes. Science had developed, cities became more modern, and space travel became a reality. But all of that came at a cost.The world had become a plaything of gods. Every year, humans were selected to represent their race in a devilish game, all for the entertainment of the gods.Kim Seojin was one of the thousand people selected in a timeline where he didn't belong.There was one more person. A Regressor burdened with the memories of countless failed timelines and the knowledge of the destruction to come, was also a part of the game…

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.