Phoenix Ascending - Chapter 291 - Blood Tribute

°•°•°•°•°•°•°Adult Novel•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•⚠️Read at least five chapters before dropping. I believe you will love this story⚠️Liu Xinyu wakes up to find himself back in his younger body, but this time, he has something special a system!“The Goddess Reversal System has been bound…”This system is different from others. It has two parts: the main system, which is connected to Liu Xinyu, and a subsystem that must be given to someone else. When the subsystem user completes tasks, Liu Xinyu receives random rewards, which could be anything! But there's a catch if the subsystem user refuses tasks three times, the system will leave Liu Xinyu forever.With the help of powerful goddesses and the system's abilities, Liu Xinyu sets out to change his life. He becomes stronger, smarter, and more successful. Challenges come his way, but with every completed task, he steps closer to becoming a true winner in life!

“Doctor, there seems to be something wrong with my mood.”

“There is a clown in the West Side Circus, he can make everyone laugh, I think he can help you.”

“But, doctor… I’m the clown.”

“…”

This is a fantasy world after the cataclysm, where countless underground cities left over from ancient times are buried under the misty land.

There are traps, monsters, and different-dimensional spaces in the dungeon, as well as taboos of ancient gods and legends of countless treasures left over from the past.

Calamity, steam, curse patterns, ancient relics, playing card sequences with extraordinary magic power.

Remnants of the Old World, Relic Asylum, Poker Brothers, Coven, Fire Pirates, Walls of the World…

In the shadowy corners of the world, a treasure hunter wearing a clown mask walks alone in the dark.

He is Joker Ji Xun, the King of Disaster Cards!

PS. For those who are short of books, you can read the 300W+ Wanding old book “Mechanical Alchemist”.

- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”