Frostbound [LitRPG Apocalypse] - Chapter 38 - Tinted Red

She, a hidden technology boss, is obsessed with blood and kinship. She died tragically in a previous life and has a new life. She just wants to protect her true relatives!

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?? He, the Emperor of Dark Night, glanced at her inadvertently and caught a glimpse of her stubborn appearance with tears in the corners of her eyes. Since then, he has embarked on the road of pampering the girl, and he will never return!

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But who knows, the Jiaojiao girl in her arms is a real all-around boss.

The boss of the world’s No. 1 chaebol: “Is there any order for Miss An? The little one is willing to help Miss An.”

Dean of the Global Research Institute: “Miss An, I heard that you like the sea, I bought ten islands for you…”

The world’s number one hacker: “What? Someone bullied my boss? Hehe, courting death!”

The world’s first medical doctor: “Miss An, do I have the honor to come to your twentieth birthday party?”

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When luxury cars came to the capital and the big guys lined up to greet the girls of the An family, the world shook, and the whole world was shocked!

- Description from novelbuddy

The nuclear holocaust which caused the collapse of the Old Times on Earth should have wiped out all human life on the planet. Yes, the gods set up their beautiful Elysiums to provide sanctuaries for their chosen, but by all rights everyone outside the elysian lands should’ve perished long ago. Yet somehow, human life still managed to persist, even in the deadly, mutant-infested wastelands.

Cloudhawk was a young scavenger who dreamed of being as free as the hawks in the skies, yet seemed destined to live out his life scrounging for scraps in the wasteland ruins. Fate, however, is ever-fickle. A chance meeting with a ragtag group of mercenaries changed the trajectory of his life, bringing him into a world with mutants and metahumans, demonhunters and godslayers, and even gods and demons. Cloudhawk would find his own place in a world that was far greater than he had imagined, find his own path between the zealous light of Sumeru and the whispering darkness of the Abyss… and one day, he would find that even gods may fall.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.

“Hey, hurry up and massacre those bandits!”