Primordial Sin System - Chapter 533-145 soul flowers

It’s the beginning of the Apocalypse, and zombies are running rampant over the Earth.

Mesmerizing female moonlight priest, a beauty of the darkness who captivates the soul of others… They all flood to his side!

In her previous life, she was betrayed by her husband and sister, who not only drugged her and forced her into a relationship with a stranger but ultimately conspired to kill her. After being reborn, she found herself in the body of a disgraced heiress, a girl who had hidden her identity and attended school in another city. She didn't excel in lessons and was unpopular among classmates and teachers. Besides, her family, with the exception of her grandfather, disliked her very much. Therefore, in this life, she vowed to avenge not only herself but also the soul who once inhabited this body.With her rebirth, she possesses a purple bracelet that grants her superpowers. She has access to a purple secret space, which contains mysterious towers, rare elixirs, and other enigmatic treasures. As she gradually unravels the secrets behind these superpowers, the purple bracelet suddenly shatters, sparking a new set of events.Caught in a maelstrom of time and space, she embarks on an extraordinary journey filled with unforeseen adventures. Is this rebirth a mere coincidence, or is it all part of a grander, predetermined plan?

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.