Building an empire which the sun never set - Chapter 29: Testing of the telegraph

Derek Carter never asked for a System, an apocalypse, or the pressure of being humanity’s so-called “last hope.”He was just trying to survive the daily struggles of being an orphan in Paleview City—dodging bullies, scraping together meals, and lying his way into school. Life was already hard enough.Then, one day, a blue screen pops into his vision:[Warning: The world is doomed. Try not to die.]Yeah, great. Just what he needed—cryptic doomsday messages and no instruction manual.Now, monsters are creeping into the city, reality is unraveling, and Damien’s “legendary” starting stats are barely above zero. The System promises him power, but there's just one tiny problem—he’s never won a fight in his life.Armed with sarcasm, questionable decision-making skills, and the sheer refusal to die, Damien is about to embark on the worst (and possibly last) adventure of his life. Because if the world really is ending… he’s at least going to make it someone else’s problem first.After all, heroes are overrated—survivors get to tell the story.

Yeri was once a succubus, a powerful and irresistible seductress who fed on desire. Now reborn as a stunning young woman in the modern world, she must navigate the confusing collision of her human innocence and her demonic memories.One night, fate leads her into the path of Shin Keir, a dangerously magnetic and notorious CEO known for getting everything he wants—except peace. Their accidental encounter sparks an intense, uncontrollable passion, and a single night together changes everything.***Excerpt:The dream had returned.Same eerie forest. Same surreal woman in the crimson dress. But this time, the setting had changed slightly. She now stood at the edge of a cliff made of jagged, glowing red rocks that resembled oversized rubies.Scarlet butterflies floated around her like living embers.A thick fog blanketed the area like some forbidden realm between worlds.She turned to him, her smile soft, sweet—and somehow tragic.She was heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal yet forlorn, like a love story written in fading ink.Shin had tried to call out, but the wind swallowed his voice. As he stepped forward, the woman mouthed something. He couldn't hear her.Then, in a horrifying instant, her body tilted, and she plummeted off the cliff.The despair that followed wasn't just a feeling—it was a full-body, soul-tearing scream that never made it past his throat.Without hesitation, Shin leapt after her.He awoke convulsing, drenched in cold sweat. His eyes gleamed with a strange madness, a devil struggling behind the polished CEO exterior.***Disclaimer- Places and characters are all works of fiction.

The little beggar Qiqi was reborn.

Back when she was four and a half years old, on the eve of being beaten into a fool, she was burdened, and she took her arrogant system “Dandan” with her, and started the journey of Gou Fugui.

Since the arrival of Qiqi, the poorest Taoxi Village within a radius of ten miles, the barren land has become fertile, the crops have been bumper, and the villagers have less pain.

Seeing the small bungalows being built in Taoxi Village, the old parents came to the door and wanted to take Qiqi back.

The female entrepreneur who stayed at Qiqi’s house to eat, drink, and never left, sneered coldly: “I didn’t ask you to settle the account of stealing my daughter, and now I dare to come to the door, looking for death!”

The wealthy and powerful person who stalks Qiqi’s family, his eyes are as cold as blades: “Want to have a relationship with my daughter? You are also worthy!”

*

Xiao Li, the crown prince in the Beijing circle, is surly and surly. He has a fierce reputation and no one dares to provoke him. A car accident gave him frequent nightmares. In his dreams, he turned into a ghost system!

Xiao Li became irritable online.

Later, at the dinner party of the Yan family, the top wealthy family in the capital, countless people saw the misogynistic crown prince hugging the delicate and soft little princess of the Yan family, his eyes were scarlet, “So you are here. ”

The little princess stammered, “You, you are, Eggy?”

The man froze, gritted his teeth and smiled sinisterly, “I, yes, you, man!”

(Also known as “Peerless Beauty, Miserable, Weak and Poor X Peerless Villain’s Spare Tire Prince’s Road to Recovery”)

- Description from novelbuddy

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?