The Venerable Swordsman - Chapter 709 - To Devour!

Lin Ke traversed to this world and, with the help of a system, utilized modern knowledge to farm and develop, claiming kingship and dominance.This is a world of professionals, a world of swords and magic, a world of bloodline inheritance, and a world of countless racial conflicts!One day, Lin Ke rode a bicycle with training wheels past the army, facing an endless enemy ahead.[Shield Warrior], [Arsonist], [Tree Shepherdess], [Wind Whisperer], [Thunder Sword Maiden], [Eternal Freeze Knight], [Voodoo Warlock]...Looking at the diverse group of followers behind him—tall, short, plump, thin, old, weak, sick, and disabled—Lin Ke laughed and raised his arm to call out: “[Workers]! Delivery [Knights]! [Scientists]! [Doctors]... Raise the flag of Azanen and charge with me!”Thus, amidst the eerie cries and howls of his followers, the history of the boundless planes was forever changed.

Five of the world's wealthiest tycoons descended upon a poverty-stricken district simultaneously, astonishingly just to visit a 20-year-old young man. This young man was their master fifty years ago. Initially, these magnates only acquired some rudimentary knowledge from William Johnson, but that was enough to make them leaders in their respective fields. However, they were stunned by William's ageless visage when they saw him again, as they were unaware that William Johnson had lived for a billion years. He not only established different religions all over the world, but even Alexander the Great was once his student. Yet, after dispersing the tycoons fifty years ago, he chose a long slumber. But now, William Johnson has awakened...

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He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.