Apocalypse - Evil Shelter System - Chapter 383 Bell

An ultimate warrior, the one and only Alchemy Emperor, Ling Han, died in his quest to achieve godhood. Ten thousands years later, he, with the ‘Invincible Heaven Scroll’, was reborn in the body of a young man with the same name. From then on, winds and clouds moved as he set himself against the uncountable geniuses of this new era. His path of becoming a legend has begun once more. Of all eras underneath the heavens, I am the strongest!

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[You are now the Editor] The administrator said in a proud tone

“Okay... so what exactly are my duties as the Editor, I doubt I have to review people's work”

[That's the simple part, you edit]

“What?... I just edit, what does that even mean”

[That is up to you to figure out]

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What do you do when you are given phenomenal power and authority over what is possibly, all of creation. Armed with a literal omniscient being as a servant.

Facing an unknown event prophesized to possibly end all life. Follow as David uses his newfound power and authority to survive and also save as many people as he can.

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