Picking Up Fragments in PUBG - Chapter 279: Moved to Tears of the ’70s and ’80s Generation

Her step-sister just died three months ago. Now, she insists on marrying Chu Lui, who is supposed to be her future brother-in-law, the mind behind the Chu Enterprise. The world is sure that she, the new bride-to-be, had caused her step-sister’s death in order to seduce him.

Even her own mother says to her cruelly, “Don’t call me ‘Mom’. I don’t have a daughter as vicious as you.”

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Kakashi has lived a sheltered life within the protective confines of a barrier, which shielded them from the dangers that lurk outside. Raised by his devoted mother, Ako, and loving sister, Tokah, he only know a world of happiness and joy. Living in a world where he thought nothing could go wrong.But when a group of men invades their home, everything changes. In the brutal assault, Kakashi witnesses his mother's tragic death, a moment that shatters his naive understanding of safety. While his sister manages to escape, Kakashi is captured and subjected to experiments designed to exploit his hidden powers.Years later, amidst the ruins of a collapsing facility, granting Kakashi a chance at freedom. Rescued by an academy dedicated to training gifted individuals, he discovers not only the extent of his abilities but also the resolve to seek vengeance against those who tore his family apart.Driven by the desire to reunite with Tokah and avenge his mother's murder, Kakashi embarks on a journey filled with action and self-discovery.As he navigates the treacherous underbelly of a world rife with superhuman conflicts, he must confront his own problems while mastering the very powers that once made him a target.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.