Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 1334: Part 2: Austin’s Test

Anna Jones, an Australian travelled with her fiancé Lu Jinhu to marry in his home country, only to find out that she has been duped by him and robbed of everything that she owns. A quirk of fate allows her to marry CEO Hou Yi, who was meant to on the same day marry his finance Yang Lin, who in fact married Lu Jinhu. Marriage for Anna, started as a plan to gain some measure of revenge on Lu Jinhu, and for Hou Yi to prevent Lu Jinhu from obtaining the family company however fate had something different in store for them. Not only did they achieve their initially goals, but their relationship turned into something else, that could last a lifetime despite the cultural differences and the trouble Lu Jinhu and Yang Lin caused them.

Branded a scammer, a thief and a con artist, Si-eun became a fugitive following the betrayal of his friend and sworn brother Javier, the one who stole his life's work, his business from him and framed him for its downfall. Hunted by loansharks and enraged investors for months, he wandered from city to city until his luck eventually ran out.At the moment of his pathetic death, a god intrigued by his desperation to live offered him another chance at life—Only for Si-eun to awaken inside a familiar world, the world of an MMORPG game he once played, even worse… he inhabited the body of Azazel Von Astavore, a useless extra destined to die in every playthrough of the game.

I used a cheat to devise a character in a game. Upon regaining consciousness after pressing the play button, I discovered myself embodying the character I had crafted, the ‘Priest of Corruption.’ This character was intentionally created with unfavourable statistics and is widely detested! The sole item in my inventory was the withered hand of a woman, yet could it possibly be the hand of a goddess?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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