Even if I'm a Fake Heiress, I Will Dare to Be Trashy - Chapter 221: Brother, Tie, Wipe.

The Red Mist descends, bringing with it a world of anomalies.

Humanity faces an unprecedented crisis.

With the apocalypse at the doorstep, where does the future of civilization lie?

Harrison Blackwell, having survived the apocalyptic world for twenty years, finds himself reborn twenty years earlier, a day before the descent of the Red Mist.

Armed with experiences and intelligence from his past life, Harrison, given another chance at life, vows to take destiny into his own hands.

Furthermore, in this life, every talent he awakens evolves to SSS-level!

[God of Infinity Spell (SSS-level)]: No casting time is required for all your skills, no cooldown period, and no mana is consumed! The casting cost for forbidden spells is reduced by 99%!

[God of Evolution (SSS-level)]: Your adaptability is unparalleled. Faced with any environment or injury, you adapt in the shortest time possible, enhancing related attributes and resistances!

[Supreme Summoning (SSS-level)]: Any creature or magical being you summon will be the mightiest of its kind!

From then on, Harrison became unbeatable, reigning supreme amongst all of humanity.

“Divine Punishment? I couldn't care less... For I, am God!”

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