Can You Mend My Broken Heart? - Chapter 517: Backyard Tales - 3

Humans across the world ended up joining a “Demon Kings and Heroes game”.

Several billion people were set down upon another world to act as “Demon Kings” and “Heroes”. Everyone has to chose their starting races from the start.

Zhang Nu was set in the Demon King camp.

He discovered that he could see hidden information that no one else could.
[Slime Demon King]. Low grade demon king bloodline… Not recommended!
[Kobold Demon King]. Low grade demon king bloodline… Not recommended!
[Dark Elf Demon King]. Mid grade demon king bloodline… Can be selected!
[Bloody Giant Demon King]. High grade demon king bloodline… Recommended!
[Abyssal Dragon Demon King]. Strongest starting bloodline… Extremely recommended!

After someone took my life away from me, I felt something or someone pulling my entire being together with my memories away from me and placing them into somewhere where it was cold and hollow. And when I thought that my life came back to me...

I realized that my new life as one of the dead had already begun...

"Who am I?"

Which path will this soul choose? A path of Perseverance or a path of Ruination?

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P.S: This is my first novel that I write so there is bound to be mistakes...so go easy on me xD

I have a foster father…

Um, that’s not the important part. I just want to say, why doesn’t he understand the differences between boys and girls in this world? He insists a pornographic picture is actually a diagram of acupuncture points. And also…why did he raise me as a boy for 15 years?! It’s impressive that he can write prescriptions, but I studied poisons.

But, why is he a Fang Hua Beast…

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.