Sis-Con With Dimensional Chat Group - Chapter 8: Maid Cafe

Martial Arts Year 1. Cracks have appeared between Heaven and Earth, and terrifying foreign monsters have begun to invade the earth.

Martial Arts Year 100. Martial arts have begun to flourish, and human martial artists are clashing against the invading foreign monsters.

Martial Arts Year 200. Humanity is declining, foreign monsters are continuously seizing habitual zones.

Martial Arts Year 300. Lu Sheng crossed over. Moreover, he had access to memories from 10,000 years in the future.

“The Body Refining Technique from 10,000 years in the future. After more than 10,000 revisions, it’s a thousand times more effective than the one used now!”

“Martial Art Breathing Method from 10,000 years in the future…”

“Medicinal Pill Recipes from 10,000 years in the future…”

“The Sacred Martial Scriptures from 10,000 years in the future…”

Martial Arts Year 10,000. Humanity has gone extinct.

“The Path of Martial Arts had been honed to its pinnacle, yet there was no one left to inherit it.”

“I, Luo Sheng, am Humanity’s final Ember!”

Space, System, Treasure, Spirit Tools … other protagonists all have golden fingers, Shi Qing: this young grandpa [Xiao Ye] is a golden finger.

It’s just that …he is now a golden finger and even more importantly bound to a host?

And so this host, has a backstory resulting a bloody darkened heart and soul, truly a psychopath!

A psychopath I can endure, but I also have to work together with the psychopath through different worlds, can I endure?

Ancient times, modern times, apocalypse, futuristic….

Traveling throughout the worlds, Shi Qing thinks the host isn’t as bad as he imagined? Strange.

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After coming out of a tunnel… it was pitch dark.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.