God of Blackfield - Chapter 112.1: Absurd Events Unfold (1)

Shen Ying is a task performer for the tragedy system. Her mission is to transmigrate into the role of the female lead in...Shen Ying is a task performer for the tragedy system. Her mission is to transmigrate into the role of the female lead in tragic romance novels, enduring one heart-wrenching love story after another.Unlike most task performers who resist such assignments, Shen Ying absolutely adores her job. The tasks are easy, the pay is high, and there are various hidden perks she can freely explore.The only downside is that the system keeps urging her to resign, insisting that someone of her talent shouldn’t be wasted in such a “small-time” system. It even actively recommends her to join a rival system next door.Moved to tears by the system’s concern, Shen Ying firmly declares that she will work here for a lifetime, dedicating her entire life to the system.Upon hearing this, the system is so touched that it sheds tears of gratitude.

Trying to earn a living everyday kept Hyun-Soo busy. However, one day when he was doing a side job of threading beads, he realized something.

-Ding!

Heaven Concealing Great Sage Xie Chuan was plotted against by his enemy. Trapped within the God Burial Valley, he found a supreme martial technique hidden in a tomb called Demon Refining Heaven Swallowing technique.

Millions of years after the betrayal, reincarnated in a direct disciple’s body belonging to a small sect named Cloud Mist Sect, Xie Chuan finally broke out and escaped from God Burial Valley.

“In my previous life, I had only concealed the heaven with my hands. This life, I want to refine demons and swallow the heaven!”

The heaven swallowing expert who walked out of God Burial Valley was just born!

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.