Apocalyptic Wasteland Simulator - Chapter 256 - 251 Fire Attack

To take a dragon's hoard is to challenge death.The greatest of the sea-drakes wakes, curled on his silver throne; but there is no silver. His hoard is stolen. He rises, screaming, and chases the thief to the ends of the world—only to be shot from the sky.But dragons do not die easy, and never one with such festering hatred. A dungeon core rises from his corpse.If he intends to survive so near the cove of pirates that slew his past self, he'll need to master his powers—and quickly. For these pirates are dragonslayers; they won't be felled by mere mushrooms or spiders.Beneath the lawless Calarata, the young dungeon core will have to fight to survive; and one day, he will return death to the man who killed him.

I died in my world. Not peacefully of course, it was a shootout, like most of my life.Over there I was the Mob’s greatest enforcer.They killed my parents and turned me into a soldier, lying to me for years. Until I turned those skills on them.But death wasn’t the end unfortunately.I transmigrated into an alternate earth; one haunted by monsters, ruled by secret organizations, and crawling with things far worse than mobsters. But in this world, I’m not even human. I’m a Wraith, a ghost possessing my corpse in another world.But the rules don’t seem to work for me. I never stopped evolving.–——Noah looked down at the Perfect Grimoire. “Huh? I never stopped gaining abilities.”[Void Ice creation][Hellfire][Culling voice][Soul destruction]

With a sword in hand and wine in tow, he roams the martial world; her slender waist is light as a feather in his palm.The young man strides forward with a long blade slung over his shoulder and a flask at his side, yet the world of martial arts he seeks remains elusive.As the chaotic world book turns a new page, decades of relentless nights in the martial world pass by.Suddenly, he looks back and finds he has already shattered the mortal realm.

After 20 years of dedicating his life to opera ever since he had quit the performing arts high school, he had failed at an interview. Losing his motivations, Jo Yunjae depended on alcohol to live out his days until one day, he had been sent back 20 years in time, to the day before his high school admission.