This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 1972 - 564 King of Mimics_2

[Disclaimer:This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It explores the darkest aspects of humanity—where morality is shattered, and power takes its place. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows.I'm once again telling you if you can't handle deaths and violence and you seek happiness then please do not even touch this Novel.But maybe, just maybe, you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond.if so Prove it.][Synopsis]:In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this dark tapestry lies Narzan, a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a deadly game. The lands of mortals are but a fragile sanctuary, bordered by forbidden realms—the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares are born; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These realms whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape the very fabric of existence.Above it all looms the Weave of Magic, an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. It stirs ominously, its threads tangling with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish.Veythor is a man cursed by the fates, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured betrayal, torment, and death. On Earth, he was a man broken by those he trusted—betrayed by family, ruined by love, and condemned to die in despair. In his second life, he met an even crueler fate, falling prey to monsters in human form. But Thalvoria, his third life, is the cruelest of all.A vast and merciless world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages can sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the lands themselves seem to hunger for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows, and every choice is a gamble with damnation.Yet Veythor, battered and scarred, refuses to succumb. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he begins to weave his pain into something more dangerous. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar sharpens his will. As the balance of power begins to shift and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost.But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of a man who refuses to die?When the world itself hungers for blood, Veythor will rise—or he will drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.

At eighteen years old, Lin Qingyu was married as part of a Chong Xi into the Nan’an Hou Mansion, becoming the ill Lu Wancheng’s male wife.

On the eve of their wedding, Young Master Hou lay lazily on the bed and said, “Beauty, to be honest, I really don’t want to engage in domestic struggles. I just want to drift along, eat and wait to die. I want to be a salted fish.”

A year later, Young Master Hou became gravely ill. He took Lin Qingyu’s hand and sighed, “Wife, I’m going to die, but I think I can continue to transmigrate. In order for you to properly recognize me in the future, let us set a secret code.”

After the death of Young Master Hou, Lin Qingyu was prepared to stay a widow all his life. Unexpectedly, after only half a year, the great general who had rendered outstanding military service, actually came to propose marriage.

Lin Qingyu would rather die. But the general said but one statement, “If odd, change; if even, remain the same?”

Lin Qingyu: “…I will marry you.”

After two years, the general died in battle. Before Lin Qingyu even had time to grieve, he was recruited into the palace by the Emperor.

The emperor complained aggrievedly, “Baobei, this time I have became the Emperor. My salted fish dreams have been completely shattered…”

Lin Qingyu knew that although his husband was a bag of lazybones, no one was his equal when it came to conspiracy and schemes.

He rubbed the Emperor’s head. “Don’t think about it. Get started on those reports. Behave yourself.”

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.

Some might believe that these events are merely freak accidents.

However, Ye Shaoyang knows otherwise.

The youngest inner disciple ever in the prestigious Daoist Maoshan Sect. Talented, handsome, and a hillbilly from the mountains who still uses a brick phone in the modern age.

Follow the tale of our quirky, snippy, but honorable hero, after he finally descends the mountains after fifteen years of being out of touch with normal society. Read on as he combats horrifying apparitions, charms ladies, and finds himself in all sorts of trouble along the way!

A story that delves into Daoism, Chinese sorcery, and the supernatural from Asian mythology.

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Cui’s parents and girls are blind when they come, and their parents don’t love their mothers, and any servant dares not to look down on her.
Cui Ti has memories of being cold-eyed and bitter.
Waiting to see a lot of her jokes.
However, no one thought that she would be welcomed in a palanquin carried by the most glorious son of the Pei family at the most desolate moment.
Cui Ti doesn’t understand why Pei Xuan is willing to marry her, it won’t be love at first sight.
But she was grateful to Pei Xuan.
Not only did Pei Xuan give her respect as a human being, but he was also willing to hold her and protect her. He would support her in time before she fell, and patiently remove small fishbone for her.
He would hug her, kiss her occasionally, and never scold her.
Cui Ti is satisfied with the marriage.
As a blind person, there is only so much you can do.
So after getting married, she let go of her restraint and thought about raising children for Pei Xuan to repay his kindness.
But Pei Xuan still refused to consummate the house with her.
Before being pushed into the lotus pond, she was still thinking: Otherwise, forget it, he just pities me and cherishes me, not loves me.
Opening her eyes, waking up from a big dream—Cui Ti went back to three years ago.
What’s interesting is that she not only dreamed about all kinds of past events, but also dreamed that a fairy came riding a crane to open her spiritual eyes.
This year, Pei Xuan just turned eighteen.
In the next life, Cui Ti still married into Pei’s mansion.
On the wedding night, before the candles, Miss Cui suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her eyes, and Pei Xuan came out of the tub in a panic after hearing the sound.
Seeing the waterfall-like long hair of the “Good Husband” and the graceful and graceful body that cannot be concealed by the snow-white underwear, Cui Ti trembled physically and mentally, blushed and felt hot, and realized…
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① Cui is blind, and her spiritual eyes can only see Pei Xuan
②Double birth, Cui Tixian is born again, Pei Xuanhui will slowly recover the memory of the previous life
③Cui Tishou, Pei Xuangong (mutual attack in essence).

Content tags: rebirth, love and marriage, sweet text, disguised as a man, ancient history, mutual attack

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