Rookie Talent Agent Knows It All - Chapter 425: Coffee Truck (2)

Betrayed. Exiled. Murdered. Reborn.In the war-torn land of Glory, power is everything and Duke Merlin's bastard son has none. Cast out to a starving border town beside the cursed Devil Forest, Kaelor and his mother were meant to die quietly.But when assassins take her life and leave him bleeding in the mud, another soul awakens within him one from another world.And with it, something else awakens too...The Fusion System.A power that lets him fuse nearly anything.Fusing one starving soldier with a dead direwolf gave birth to a Dreadwolf Trooper.Fusing one hundred wild dogs produced the monstrous Cerberus.Fusing two crumbling forts created a living fortress bristling with autonomous ballistas.From broken men and dead beasts, Kael will forge an army the world cannot understand and a dominion no one will dare challenge.

Osho woke up in a world both similar but also vastly different from the Earth called the Azure Star. This world is populated by terrible beasts and vile monsters that at one point pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. However, humans discovered an ability the changed the course of the bleak future. The ability to Tame beasts.As such, Beast taming became the most common profession among humans, and powerful beast tamers have power, wealth, fame, and so on. It is Osho's goal to become the most powerful beast tamer alive, and his unique ability, one that allows him to evolve his beast's, makes that all the more possible.

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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TW: DARK ROMANCE FANTASY

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He was Chaos, the shattering soul that was deemed to wreak havoc and the cause of thousands of deaths.

Fear was a cloak that engulfed his existence.

He didn’t want anything except to find every piece of his damn soul, until the little white wolf entered his life. He wanted her.

Chaos didn’t care if he had to spill blood more than necessary, still he wanted her.

“You will put yourself in a battle against them,” He said begrudgingly. “Give up the girl.”

Yet, he stared into his eyes and he knew he wouldn’t be able to change his decision, as if it was already written on the stone.

“The girl stays. Touch her and I will show them what Chaos is.”

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