Atlas of Heaven and Earth - Chapter 664: Analysis

Under a crimson moon,Brian discovered that just like some rare extreme psychopaths, he also acquired a miraculous ability: to fulfill the lingering attachment of the remains and receive gifts from the corpses.While he felt joy, there was also a bit of confusion.Being of good conduct and benevolent to others, why did he also receive the crimson moon's gift?This was the greatest insult to his noble character!!!

A slime randomly falls into existence. Sapient and born with the ability to recreate parts of the things it preys upon, the highly confused drop of primordial soup decides that the only real thing it can do is become the being at the top of the food chain. A task of longevity in the leaves of the Omniverse.

Aren Frost, CEO of Titan Crest Entertainment, finds his life crumbling before his eyes on the day of his 22nd wedding anniversary.His wife was in bed with the chairman and owner of his company. This man was his best friend for whose company he dedicated his life to.“How can you do this?” He asks, yelling with tear filled eyes.“This isn't something new.” The man smirks, “We were lovers before you even got married.”Aren's world crumbled.“Even the daughter you cherishes isn't yours.” The man reveals, snickering, “She is my biological daughter.”Aren tries to kill the man in anger, but his bodyguards appears and takes him away. He is killed, disguised as an accident.Just when he thought it was over, he finds himself in the body of an idol, hated by fans. The idol was retired, and condemned for being the reason for group's disbandment.Then—[Ding!][Welcome Host, I'm the Acting System.][Rise and become the superstar of this generation.]Aren, however, didn't care.He wanted revenge!He will take everything precious away from him. He took his wife, now, Aren will take every woman he cares for. He will turn them against him.

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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