MTL - Unlimited Bloodstone (Endless Bloodstone / Infinite Bloodcore) - Chapter 363 : Spirulina purification

“Even in oblivion, you all shall tremble at the demon that lies beyond...”---Beaten, betrayed, discriminated against, and then sent into hell. Those were the words that defined Khan's life, if he ever bothered to think about it.In a cold world where the hearts of people surged in preparation for the next cataclysm that had the potential to wipe out the entire world, who had the time to care for a feeble, golden-haired anomaly with no memories of his first ten years?Sent away from the orphanage with the mission to end his life, fate was still not satisfied with punishing him enough.He found himself in front of a demon god who raised children into killing machines, known to complete every mission irrespective of the danger.Among a group of madmen, he was the maddest, given the name “The Hollow” due to his unfeeling attitude.But in essence, all he ever needed was a place he could call home and when his life flashed before his eyes and he awakened his memories, he embarked on that path.-----“My origin might be ten thousand light-years away from Earth, but even if I have to walk on the corpses of a million to reach it, then so be it...”-----But now he won't be walking this dark path alone:[Congratulations, the Host has successfully fused with the system.][Congratulations, Host has awakened The Bio-Nanotech System!]--------[Also Check Out My New Novel: Infinity Guardian System]

Gawain is dead and was transmigrated, but there was a slight problem during the process.
After floating for more than a hundred thousand years on a different continent, he felt that he might need a body to become a complete transmigrator, but he did not expect that…

Shen Li originally thought that traveling to ancient times would be the biggest challenge in her life, but when she saw the marriage decree in front of her, her eyes turned dark, marrying that crazy critic Si Yan? Let’s destroy together!

Rumors of the gift of marriage spread like wildfire, and many people took pleasure in other people’s misfortune. Who didn’t know that the cold-faced general hated the delicate lady the most.

However…

At the palace banquet not long after, everyone saw Si Yan push his young wife into a corner, pampered her head, and coaxed her in a low voice.

“Look at how fast you ran just now, isn’t your leg hurting?”

Shen Li slapped his hand off with red ears and gave him a look.

“I’m ashamed to say, can you be normal, didn’t you see how strange those people looked at me just now?”

After opening her mouth, Shen Li realized that she was more like acting like a baby, and immediately put on a stern face.

“It doesn’t matter, you go to the study to sleep at night.”

After being taught a lesson, Si Yan smiled instead of anger.

“Okay, the bed in the study can just sleep two people.”

Shen Li frowned:?

Seeing her expression, Si Yan gave a “tsk” sound: “Want me to hug you to sleep? It’s really troublesome, but it’s not impossible.”

Everyone: Am I blind or deaf? Is this the decisive and unsmiling Si Yan?

This is probably a story of a wild wolf becoming a loyal dog.

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At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?