The Non-Human Society - Chapter 18 - Seventeen - Renn - A Coin For a Dream

Peace is a lie told by kings sitting on a pile of corpse..........In a dying world ravaged by dungeons, beasts, and alien gods, only one truth remains:Power decides everything.Some Heroes are kind.Some are just.Most... are monsters wearing crowns of light.Ezekiel Zahara was supposed to die forgotten, a bastard stain in a noble bloodline.They tried to kill him.They failed.He awakened a mysterious system that enabled him to fuse lifeforms with machines into something neither man nor gods could comprehend.With circuits running through his Spirit Veins and mechanical beasts by his side, Ezekiel will carve his legend into the bones of the world.

Li Xiandao obtained the ancient Bank of the Universe but now the bank was totally empty and had no treasures at all. The only thing it had were a bunch of debts.

A catastrophic rift has torn the world apart, tearing open the fabric of reality and unleashing hordes of demons upon humanity. As the world is thrown into disarray, cities fall, governments crumble, and the once-thriving human race finds itself on the brink of extinction. What was once known as civilization is now a nightmare of chaos, destruction, and monsters. Amidst this apocalyptic nightmare, Selene, an ordinary woman, finds herself thrust into a brutal new reality.After a near-death encounter with a demon, she awakens a mysterious lust system within her—one that demands intimacy to grow stronger. This power grants her extraordinary abilities but comes with a dangerous cost: to survive and protect those she loves, Selene must navigate a world where every bond she forms feeds the system’s insatiable hunger.In a world ravaged by demons and destruction, Selene must learn to wield this power before it consumes her completely.

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.