Paintings of Terror - Chapter 185: Luo Wei ah’ Luo Wei

《The Peter Pan who doesn’t want to grow up, Wang Chao & the Poor and Handsome Cinderella, Xie Zhuxing》

Two plain Jacks, one annoying and one scheming. An idiotic story that might not be sweet.

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What would you do if you were told you only had five years to live?Aster Mistral, suffering from an incurable congenital “disease” that saps life force out of his every breath, decided to fight with all his might. Waking up into the future, 2,500 years later, he embarks on a quest to find a cure for his ailment!“My target! To find the Panacea on the 1,000th floor of the dungeon!”Together with trustworthy allies, he forges a path of blood and corpses, building his foundation and increasing his level! However, he can’t stay in dungeons all the time, as he has a duty to fulfill.“To raise the human DNA average of the world, the government wants my seeds?!”Follow Aster on his laidback journey of fighting monsters, courting girls, escaping adversaries, and discovering secrets about himself!

[Warning: This story contains extreme violence, philosophical depth, psychological breakdowns, self-improvement, self-realization, and themes of maturity.]“Even Gods need character development.”That was the belief Pratham lived by—struggling, always pushing forward. Until the day he died, starving in a world too cruel to care.But death was only the beginning.He transmigrates and awakens in a multiverse as Leon. In this multiverse, the greatest threat to humanity isn’t demons or beasts, but Entities. In response, civilizations across each universe forged a single hope: the Entity Hunters Organization, training warriors to stand against the impossible.He had no magic. Just his will, his fists—and a little sister he swore to protect at all costs.Enrolling in the Entity Hunters High School, Leon finds comrades, purpose, and war. He fights beside them across different planets and universes, grows with them, laughs with them—then loses them all.Leon rises not as a hero, but something else.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night.The World of Cultivation has changed.Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers.Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate.The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman.He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar.But now...Everything had changed.He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness.The first droplets fell.He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears.The River of the Night.