Aspiring to the Immortal Path - Chapter 1005: Destruction and Creation

Transmigrated into the world of Bleach, yet with no cheat, no special talents—just the meager edge of foresight. Higashi Shuuichi couldn't help but curse: “What the hell kind of advantage is that?!”So he made a swift, ruthless choice—cling tight to Aizen, survive his chaos first, worry about everything else later!

Strange occurrences arrive, the terrifying world merges with the Real World.Humans fall from the top of the food chain to the bottom.In a single night, humans become the blood food of these evil spirits.In times of desperation, those with tattoos gain power beyond imagination from their patterns.They are called Life Pattern Masters.Some have inscribed Buddha, using Buddha's Radiance to protect a city.Some have inscribed executioners, cutting down countless Evil Spirits.Lin Yuan, once struggled for three years in the world after the doomsday arrived, suddenly traverses back to before the apocalypse.In this lifetime, he is determined not to be an ordinary person.Thus, he inscribes the entire Underworld onto his life.Black and White Impermanence.Ox Head and Horse Face.Four Great Judges.Ten Yama Kings.Ksitigarbha, Ghost Catcher Zhong Kui.Emperor Fengdu.Lord of Mount Tai.........

Viserys Targaryen was born with the blood of dragons and yet lived his life in exile. He was a prince with a lost kingdom and a fading legacy, an immature bastard who died a pitiful death. Unfortunately, that same death was coming for me now… as I found myself in his body right before molten gold fried my brain.Yes. Fuck Khal Drogo, and fuck the molten crown.With the memories from another life, in this world of betrayal and broken oaths, I had the chance to forge a new destiny for myself. Armed with the knowledge of the future, my own cunning, and [The Dragon System], I made the choice to flee from the Dothraki barbarians and take back what was rightfully mine.

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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