Fey Evolution Merchant - Chapter 2887 Crimson Heaven Falcons’ Plan!

Some crowns are forged in blood. Others are drowned beneath it.In a city strangled by smoke and silence, where children are shackled to machines and shadows rule behind gilded masks, Keiran is just another forgotten soul—until the mark appears.Buried beneath the factory’s foundations lies a world long erased from history. Ancient oaths whisper through stone and water, and something older than memory begins to stir. As Keiran is drawn deeper into the abyss, he uncovers a legacy not meant for mortal hands—a crown shattered in defiance, a flood sealed by sacrifice, and a power that demands a price.Hunted by tyrants, haunted by echoes, and bound to secrets he never asked for, Keiran must choose: drown in the tide of what came before, or rise against the current and reclaim what the world was forced to forget.But the deeper he goes, the more the truth unravels…And beneath it all, something still breathes.

He was a school bully and she was a straight A student. One day, she received a message that he wanted to meet her after school. She was very scared of being bullied, so she sought help from her teacher, who was also his father. Therefore, his father came to meet him after school with a broom on hands and beat him up.“You little brat! How dare you bully the top student in our class! Just wait and see how I'll punish you!” said his father angrily.“No! Dad! This is a mistake! I just wanted to pursue her!”“You're clearly not good enough for her! Stay far away from her!”...Years later, in her wedding dress, she said to her best friend, “My husband used to be a school bully. He said that he was beaten up by his father on the first day he was planning to pursue me. Then, he was warned not to get in the way of my pursuit of Tsinghua University.”“Too bad! And what happened next?”“He also got into Tsinghua University.” She smiled.

One day, when a novelist woke up from a restless sleep,he realized that he had transformed into his 12-year-old self.

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.