Conquering the Tower Even Regressors Couldn't - Chapter 296: Seventy-Fifth Floor, The Old Man and the Spirits (2)

The Realm of Omnidom have five planes of reality, and nobody ascends them alone. You rise with your kingdom — through wars, through victories, through every moment that should have finished you but you overcome it and broke through to see the next wonders, win the next conquest, and kill your next foes.Everyone who arrives gets the same deal. A universal system, a voice, a blank patch of nothing and the nerve to call it a kingdom someday.See, people built some wild things here. Abyssal Underwater Civilizations. Cloud empires. Cities inside trees so massive they have their own weather systems. Floating eldritch continents that only seek conquests and horrors. And much more.Genuinely breathtaking stuff.But mine tops them all.The ones that came before me are history. The ones that came after me are comparisons. And the ones that tried to surpass me?Good stories. Tragic endings.Want to see how that happened? Then get onboard. It's a wild ride.#Kingdom Building. #Strong/OP Growth MC. #No-Harem. #Progression Fantasy. #Summons.------[ Discord: https://discord.gg/MSM9Gp3Jxz ]

Life Demon, Order Demon, Knowledge Demon, Fate Demon, War Demon…When various bizarre powers invaded, the world was clearly divided into two distinct sides.Some worship them as gods, walking upon the earth as their spokespeople.Others choose to drink a glass of strong liquor on scarlet nights, and raise the hunting rifle in their hands

“Su Xiaomeng, about that night—”One sentence from Yin Shixiu and her world tilts.He’s her best friend’s thirty-two-year-old uncle, a man whose name opens every door in the city, and the last person she wants to tangle with.“Uncle, look—you weren’t thinking straight and I was blackout drunk. Let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”“…Fine.”Three months later he discovers—via an excited niece—that Su Xiaomeng is pregnant.“The moment the baby’s born, you let me leave. No more hounding me!”“…Fine.”He signs the marriage contract she writes herself.“Uncle, I need spicy hot pot at midnight…”“…Fine.”He’s out the door in the snow, gathering ingredients until his fingers turn blue.“Uncle, I’m scared. He’s kicking so hard—it hurts…”“Alright, alright—no more babies after this.”On the eve of delivery, he strokes her back, whispering promises until her breathing steadies.