Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 948 - 392 Underground

The new novel “Chase Marriage 99 Times: Young Master Nong is Spoiled” has started with an absolutely sweet pampering the...The new novel “Chase Marriage 99 Times: Young Master Nong is Spoiled” has started with an absolutely sweet pampering theme![Sweet pampering novel] Young Master Yan spent two hundred million yuan to marry a wife as beautiful as a flower, a story known all around the country.Master Yan's wife, worth two hundred million, ran away just a few days after their wedding. This shameful act is known only to heaven, earth, him, and her.Five years later, Master Yan received a call from Express Delivery, saying a cutie was delivered and asked for his signature!Master Yan looked at the mini version of himself in front of him, “Kid, who are you?” The mini Master Yan glanced at him, “I am the father of your grandchild!”Master Yan held his forehead, everyone says he's crazy, but how come this little boy is even crazier than him?!“Who is your Mommy?” Master Yan asked in a much gentler tone this time. After all, this kid is clearly his own blood!The young master sneered, his youthful little hand pointed fiercely at his belly, “You're so stupid! My Mommy is your grandchild's grandmother!”The fortune teller said that he has two nemesis in his life; one undoubtedly is her. And this one in front of him, undoubtedly, is the other one.

The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death.

As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me?

Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else.

The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me.

The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death.

My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear?

Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this time appear before me. “DEATH”, in the pale blue font the game always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long time of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over. I had died. This was the end of my story.

Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat.

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