Cultivator of the End: I Refine My Own Death - Chapter 117 – Shackled Heaven Roots

Despite gifted with extraordinary talent, I resented my life being cut short.One day, fueled by alcohol, I penned a proposal letter to a princess, hoping to alter my fate.[Sure. I’d love to marry you.]…What? She’s accepting?The problem is, I proposed to all five tyrant princesses.And to make matters worse, I have no clue which one responded.

When the system warned the world that it was coming a week in advance, Alex couldn’t have been more excited. In college for a degree he didn’t care about to get a job he didn’t want, the promise of a world where magic and challenge awaited — even at the potential cost of death — was the best news he possibly could have imagined. Alex was ready for a new life. He ready for his only friend to shove him through a portal into hell the moment the apocalypse started. Instead of getting to punt rabbits and farm wolves, Alex finds himself stranded in a warped world where even the bugs are stronger than he is. Even with a summoner class that gains the powers of its monsters, most people would have died. Alex didn’t get the memo. He might have liked challenge a little bit too much. Where others saw certain death, he found something else. Opportunity.

Wang Guorui traveled to Taiwan in 1895, and obtained a super gold finger—the Red Police Base.

Since then, the whole world has been changed.

The Emperor of Japan: “He must be eliminated, otherwise our great Japan will never have peace!”

The Russian Tsar: “Please stop fighting. I will marry my daughter to you and cede Siberia as a dowry.”

British Prime Minister: “Why did I wake up and the navy of the British Empire is no longer the number one in the world?”

German Emperor: “Dear and brave German soldiers, please persevere, our Eastern allies are coming soon!”

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