Conquering The Novel - Chapter 127 The Unexpected Reunion [1]

“I wish to transcend even you, God. To reach a place even you couldn't reach!”“So let me take your place.”Growing up in poverty, Vergil never expected his life to amount to anything.After his organs are harvested and his life ends in silence, he is offered an impossible second chance by a deity known as Weaver.Granted a powerful Authority and reborn into a world where strength rules, Vergil knows only one thing: move forward with strength.What Weaver does not tell him is that his Authority carries a side effect. One that will shape not only his fate, but the heavens themselves.“Wait for me everyone. I'll devour everything and meet you there.”Warning: This novel contains excessive violence, torture and suicide.Extra tags #Conquer #Gods #InfinitePotential

In a world where Spirit Summoners bond with legendary heroes to save civilization, I awakened as F-Rank—the absolute weakest.While my classmates summoned knights, saints, and mythic champions, my summoning glitched. The circle turned red, and when the smoke cleared, I was staring at the Tyrant Empress—a Calamity-tier villainess who nearly destroyed the world 800 years ago.Everyone calls me cursed. Dangerous. A threat that should be eliminated.They're right to be afraid.Because the Tyrant Empress wasn't the only one who answered my call.And unlike the others, my strength is forged in pleasure.Through forbidden dual cultivation with my villainesses, I grow without end.My name is Cade Marlowe, and I don't summon heroes.I only summon villainesses.

“At thirty, a rare age in the past, and when the King of Hell doesn’t summon you, you go of your own accord.”After his divorce, Lu Liang suddenly felt as though the dirt was already up to his neck, especially when he could hear the sound of a running memorial lantern.Until he discovered that it was a message from the future, and that’s when his life took a dramatic turn.…Living in this world, we are all mere mortals.Being a mortal isn’t so bad—greedy, lustful, cunning, selfish…

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…