The Strongest Gene - Chapter 869 - That old bastard

He is the strongest soldier of the Chinese Special Forces, and the ultimate demon in the eyes of the enemy. Now he is disarmed and returned to the fields, returning to agriculture and forestry, hiding in remote mountain villages and enjoying a peaceful life.

However, gold always shines, pure white and rich beauty wants to marry him, the president of Meiyan wants him to be his lover, and the hot police flower always wants to take him as his own, which makes the village chief very headache.

This is the life story of a young village chief with a stunt, soaking in the most beautiful beauties, drinking the strongest wine, and vigouring Niucha’s life.

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Traversing to the parallel world where the game concept is still stuck in pk and trade union wars full of krypton gold routines.

Chen Xu obtained the system, so that players can become stronger when they are emotionally excited.

So when Chen Xu came up, he gave players around the world a big one – the immersive VR version of “Battlefield”.

Let players return to World War I and feel the cruelty of the bloody battle of the Somme and the Battle of Verdun…

on the battlefield…

pdd: Ya’er! who I am? where am I? How did I die?

A Yin: Quack doctor! quack doctor! Where’s your needle!

Sun Yifeng, the giant of the fish market: You are a chicken! Don’t fight, it’s allies!

Xiaojie: In war, be serious!

Brother Shu: Is this war? So cruel!

And this is just the beginning.

“Elden’s Ring”, which made players look like a werewolf for Ni, “Call of Duty: Modern Warfare” with 141 to smash Makarov’s conspiracy, “Red Dead Redemption” with Arthur to complete the redemption, and Sergeant Long smashes the Flood and the Covenant’s “Halo”…

Countless classic games were born in the hands of Chen Xu.

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Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

“Each betrayal leaves a scar… and hers ran the deepest.”Once, Aveline Laurent gave her heart to Damien Ashford - the man who promised her a future, only to cage her with sweet lies.She endured it all with a smile… until fate dragged her back to the very beginning.Now, with a second chance hanging by a fragile thread, Aveline returns.Not to plead, but to punish.
Not to forget, but to make him remember.But revenge is never simple. The path is fraught with shadows—and an unlikely ally–Alaric Lancaster–whose loyalties remain as mysterious as his gaze.