Damn Reincarnation - Chapter 551: The Invitation (2)

Merged into the body of External Disciple Chen Yu was the heart of a demonic god.The heart is the core of life, the most fragile vital organ. To Chen Yu, however, the heart was his greatest strength, granting him power and potential beyond demonic and divine beasts. Here on out, we follow him as he embarks on a mysterious and wonderful journey.

This is a peaceful village without so many disturbances.

Until one day, a young man named Dong Qing awakened the mutated martial spirit Tianjiao Ant,

This peaceful village has become less peaceful,

After some years.

“This planet tastes really good.”

After some years.

“The taste of this plane is really good.”

After some years.

“This universe smells really good.”

Countless billions of years later.

“Brother, you also like to eat so much!”

“yes!”

“What’s your name?”

“shortage”

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The story tells about Edgar, who had the opportunity to inherit the power of a God to duplicate magic skills. The Trial of God is a virtual world. A world where kingdoms and empires exist. How will he lead a kingdom being eyed by a powerful empire?

The trial can be found in a broken world. The broken world is a huge landmass that looks like an independent world within a portal. The smallest size of the landmass is a town, and the biggest is as big as a country. Magic plants, minerals, and magic stones can be found inside. It contains opportunity but also danger brought by magic beasts, carnivorous plants, and the landmass itself. The landmass could be a world of lava, poison, floating islands, and other dangerous worlds.

Challengers that passed the trial wield great power and influence in their own country and the whole Earth. Their power is so great that some can become kings on their own islands. Mortal laws are forcefully bent by their own power. They monopolize knowledge and let the weak stay weak. How will Edgar face the powerful force that will see him as a threat? And how will he face a danger that comes outside of the world?

Watch the journey of Edgar as he learns how to reach the peak and how he shakes the world and the universe.

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