The Magician of Miracles - Chapter 8: Unauthorized Rescue

The doomsday fell upon the earth when a dragon coffin sealed under a snow mountain for ages shifted, and the civilization of gods and devils began. The whole universe turned into a fantastic new world where everyone could rise to the top through cultivation. A lucky young boy seized the opportunity, and started his journey to be an overlord in cultivation.

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The world is full of mysteries. Strange, seemingly unexplainable events occur more often than we may realize. A young boy may catch an illness no doctor can explain. An office may catch fire for no apparent reason. And perhaps, someone may die a sudden and unexpected death – their bodies blighted beyond recognition.

After waking up, everyone will travel through a wasteland world, and the survivors will face various challenges such as acid rain, extreme cold, extreme heat and mutant creatures.Every corner holds unknown dangers, and the survivors have to adapt to this harsh environment. To withstand natural disasters, the survivors must build their own shelters in this dangerous land, stockpile enough water and resources to survive before the disaster strikes.While others struggle daily to gather rotten scraps and fight over limited supplies, fear and desperation slowly spread through the wasteland.Vikram Parker awakened a plant system.While others are scraping for a little bit of food, Vikram can cultivate crops. While survivors reinforce their shelters with fragile wood and broken metal, he grows living walls of vines and sturdy thornwood. His plants can bear fruits, purify water, and gradually transform barren land into fertile soil.As the regional chat fills with panic before every incoming disaster, Vikram calmly harvests fresh vegetables inside his green sanctuary. Looking at the endless cries for help and warnings of starvation, he can’t help but think.Surviving in the apocalypse isn’t that hard.

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.