Idol Revive: If I Don't Debut, I'll Disappear - Chapter 257: Countdown

Not even a year into their marriage, Ian Kane, who had passionately pursued her for six years and loved her dearly, found a new love outside.At the heart-wrenching moment, Vera Sheridan finally saw clearly: this marriage was nothing more than a cage meticulously designed by him.In the name of love, he acted to imprison, solely to break her wings, claim her as his own, and see her as a personal possession.Vera Sheridan was heartbroken.With a divorce lawsuit, she took Ian Kane to court.The man knelt before her, eyes full of deep affection, “Honey, the one outside is just a fling, I've always loved you. Stop making trouble, let's go home.”Vera Sheridan refused to settle.Ian Kane, with eyes red from anger, held his new love and sneered at her, “Vera Sheridan, you are cold and dull, not to mention a cripple, yet I never despised you. Be good and come home, you are still Mrs. Kane!”Vera Sheridan, disheartened, insisted on divorce.When they met again, Ian Kane almost didn't recognize Vera Sheridan.Under the spotlight, she danced gracefully, enchanting and dazzling, just like when they first met.He followed her backstage, heart pounding, only to see her warmly embracing Noah Grant, the prominent legal figure in The Capital Circle.Ian Kane's heart ached as if cut by a knife, and his eyes immediately turned red with regret...[Frenzied ex-husband chasing wife drama + Legal bigwig from The Capital Circle rising to power]

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.It’s also the dividing line between reality and illusion.Steel and flesh, past and future.In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.The darkness is slowly creeping in.But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can’t just counter darkness with softness.Gotta use fire.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

“Listen, the ancient gods are whispering, He said…they will return eventually!”

According to legend, the rulers of this world should have been those ancient gods, and every death of them was a grand rebirth…

Those who believe in the gods wake up the sleeping gods, light torches in the dark, and burn the world.

My father disappeared because he was investigating the resurrection of a certain god, and his life and death are still unknown.

I panicked, but not totally panicked.

Because the resurrected god is me.

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