Our Glamorous Time - Chapter 73 - There Are Tigers In The Mountain

Forcefully brought over from the modern world to an alternate world, Wang Chong felt detached and lived his life aimlessly.

However, when calamity struck and he saw his family and everything he cared for being torn apart, he felt regret.

Thus, he stood up and eventually became the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains, leading an army against those who seek to destroy all he cherished.

Yet, despite all his efforts, it was already too late to reverse destiny.

But before his death, a shooting star, the same one which brought him to this world, appeared before him, and he was given another chance to undo his regrets.

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Zhao Feng is reborn as a soldier in the Qin state during the Warring States period, exactly when the legendary Emperor Qin Shi Huang is annihilating the other six kingdoms. He is assigned to the Logistics Army, responsible for clearing the battlefield and carrying corpses.But for Zhao Feng, there's no better job than this.Touching a corpse.【Picked up 1 point of strength】, 【Picked up 1 point of speed】, 【Picked up 1 point of constitution】, 【Picked up 1 point of spirit】, 【Picked up 1 point of lifespan】.Touching an elite corpse.【Picked up 5 points of strength】, 【Picked up 5 points of lifespan】.Killing an enemy, attribute pick-ups doubled.【Picked up 10 points of strength】.【Picked up 10 points of lifespan】.

Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world.

Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established…

The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart.

The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans’ true colors?

“I unexpectedly survive, I want to live.” –Du Dian

The person who was locked away inside the thorn-covered tower was not a princess, but a witch who employed the powers of darkness.

A brave young hero came searching for the tower in order to kill the witch.

– Light would force the darkness to recede, and grant it eternal rest

The witch wished.

That things would end with, ‘and the hero lived happily ever after killing the witch,’ like in the fairy tales.

And so, she had devised everything to happen in accordance to her wishes.

But the boy, who had grown up in but no time at all, would make the unfamiliar face of man’s from time to time.

“You want me to kill you? ……Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

Reality was very different from the fairy tales.

“The people don’t know of the precious treasure locked away in the tower.

I won’t let anyone else have this god given treasure, this crown of god surrounded by thorns that no one else could recognize.”

The hero gave the witch a slow and deep kiss.

“I am the true victor, and no one else.”