Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World - Chapter 39 Invitation

[A Douluo Dalu 2: Peerless Tang Sect Fanfiction]He awakened a unique martial soul and forged unfair contracts with soul beasts.Born in obscurity, he rose as a formidable overlord amidst the chaos.He suppressed countless prodigies of his era, his talent unparalleled.He is the true Beastmaster King, the ruler of all beasts.In the shadows, he gathered strength, advancing step by step, until he reigned supreme, unifying the continent.Whether human or soul beast, he would make all beings submit and become the sole sovereign of the land.Ending the turmoil, bringing order to the world—he would ascend to the highest throne, standing above all in an era of chaos.[Multiple love interests, no simping, mastery of strategy, seizing every advantage]

All the Humans from Earth were suddenly transported into a new world called Celestial World. No one knew the reason why nor what the purpose was all about. They were suddenly transported without any warnings or signs and were forced to live in a mysterious and unfamiliar new world.For 50 years, Humans lived in endless suffering and torment. They were all forced to run from one place to another or else they would be enslaved by other Foreign races that had long been living in the Celestial World.Fortunately, the Human race was finally able to slowly develop its strength and power in the Celestial World through the sacrifice of countless Humans after 50 years. However, it was mysteriously Fated not to last long as an unknown power suddenly started doing everything to destroy Humanity's Kingdoms and Empires.A young man by the name of Leo Heart had his Fate suddenly rewritten by some unknown power to stop this unprecedented doom of the Humans after a Red Cube, that the Heart Noble Household had been keeping as a Family Heirloom from the very start of the Human Race existence in the Celestial World, suddenly jumped up and embedded itself into his right palm.A world full of Mystery in which Magic and Mana had become every race's foundation of existence. A young man who had lost his family for the Human Race's existence has his Fate unexpectedly rewritten after such an encounter.But, would it be enough to stop this so-called unprecedented doom?Would the Human Race's existence be saved by Leo from the unknown yet powerful existence?Or would the Humans sadly become nothing but a mere history in this new world?Note: The art of the book cover is not mine. All the credits go to its rightful owner...

The world ruled by seven super corporations, the eternal species that always occupy the pinnacle of power, the statute that is not allowed to be promulgated, the floating island that draws the ground as a prison, and the future where resources will eventually be exhausted…

People yearn for the birth of a real “hero”, and they also coldly look forward to the fallen heroes falling from the altar.

As long as he is praised as a hero by the media, he can be forgiven even if he kills someone, and every word he says will be praised by others. Even the elves who are above the top will not dare to offend the edge of a hero.

But if the heroes of the past committed even the faults of their parents, as long as the persona collapsed, the forgiven crimes would rise again like an unextinguished fire, and the stars of the past would be reduced to unforgivable sinners in an instant…

“—Come and be a hero, Russell.”

The most vicious criminal in the world stuffed the knife into the young man’s hand and whispered to persuade him.

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