Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 1001 Part 1 Dark Pond

Once an unsung slave; Yur’s existence was defined by blood, pain, and chains. That was until he stumbled into Zulmasharr, the realm of demons.In the depths of despair and agony, a near-death encounter unsealed the terrifying truth of his existence; he is no mere mortal. A cursed hybrid of human and demon; Yur’s survival was only possible through the bloody rebirth of his Ashkavaal bloodline and the awakening of his sinister cultivation system, Zul.With Zul, Yur can rear demons for rituals, harvest their power, and dominate the chaotic world around him. But freedom comes at a cost. As the incognizant successor to an ancient being, his every step is burdened by the weight of a destiny he never asked for. Yur craves only one thing: to stay free, unbound by demons and men. Yet his growing power and severed bloodline ignite the fascination of forces that would see him enslaved or slaughtered.Yur must steer through a world of demons where trust is a fault, survival is animus, and his very existence is a blemish. Blood will pour, flames will revolt, and demons... they kneel or die. But in the end, is freedom attainable for the bearer of a bloodline forged from blood and ash?Will Yur vanquish his fate or will it condemn him?

Only a pure maiden can have a privilege to make contract with a spirit.

In Areishia Acadamy, maidens from noble family were gathered there, giving them an elite education to become a spirit contractor. A boy Kamito, by accident he peeped on a girl, Clair, who was taking a bath, and he even made a contract with spirit that she wanted.

Kamito was actually an irregular male spirit contractor, which should not exist.

I found myself drifting into an Eastern-style romance fantasy novel that I didn’t even finish reading.And to make things worse, I became the younger brother of the female protagonist who didn’t even exist in the original story.My motto in life is to work as little as possible while earning as much as I can.Seol Tae Pyeong, a third-rate warrior, whose sole goal is just to live comfortably.But from a certain day onward,I monopolized the love of the Princess Consort of Cheongdo Palace.“Let’s survive.”Nothing is too much.When it comes to survival.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.