Guild Wars - Chapter 1255: The AI’s Choice

“You redeemed [Inner Sect Teachings], Quanzong’s understanding +15%.”“You redeemed [Resource Optimization], a sect resource’s productivity greatly increased.”“You redeemed [Spiritual Root Enhancement], a sect member upgraded to Celestial Spirit Root.”“You redeemed [Doorway Affairs], discovered an exorcism task, please send disciples to expel the demon.”Traversing into the cultivation world for over two hundred years, Lu Ping never expected that only after his death would the true Golden Finger appear before his eyes.This is a growth story of a sect.A group of disciples with differing personalities, facing the sect’s struggles, together revitalizing the sect, and pursuing the story of everlasting strength.

In the Solarian Empire, people were divided by their blood. The nobles enjoyed their life in wealth, with fine wine and amazing food. They reigned supreme over the commoners. The only reason they were able to do this was that they had knowledge of the most powerful force in the world - magic. The nobles controlled their knowledge from easily going to commoners, making it harder for them to learn magic.

Leo, a young orphan in Solaria, had an incredibly powerful affinity for magic. He didn't even know about it because he could never learn magic- he was too poor to try and learn from any magic academies. He was just trying to survive the streets of Solhaven until he found the lost tome of the Arcane Emperor.

"I can beat a 7th Circle Mage."

"Wow! You must have trained for many decades. How old are you?"

"17."

"..."

The world was going to be turned upside down.

Some crowns are forged in blood. Others are drowned beneath it.In a city strangled by smoke and silence, where children are shackled to machines and shadows rule behind gilded masks, Keiran is just another forgotten soul—until the mark appears.Buried beneath the factory’s foundations lies a world long erased from history. Ancient oaths whisper through stone and water, and something older than memory begins to stir. As Keiran is drawn deeper into the abyss, he uncovers a legacy not meant for mortal hands—a crown shattered in defiance, a flood sealed by sacrifice, and a power that demands a price.Hunted by tyrants, haunted by echoes, and bound to secrets he never asked for, Keiran must choose: drown in the tide of what came before, or rise against the current and reclaim what the world was forced to forget.But the deeper he goes, the more the truth unravels…And beneath it all, something still breathes.

Married for four years, Wren Sutton deeply loved her husband, Adrian Lancaster.In the end, what she got in return was a cold, cruel reality: her husband's heart belonged to another woman. The favoritism and indulgence he showed that woman were things she had never received.Though jealous, Wren Sutton had an epiphany. Since she couldn't warm the man's heart, she would grab his money instead.She came up with a plan to “trick” Adrian Lancaster into signing the divorce papers, waiting for the cooling-off period to end.An accident struck unexpectedly. A plane crash shattered all plans, completely changing both of their destinies.Before the plane crashed, the only thing that flashed through Adrian Lancaster's mind was Wren Sutton's face. Her every frown and smile had long been deeply imprinted on his soul, occupying his heart, impossible to erase.Love had taken root and sprouted during their four years of marriage. He realized it too late, his eyes turning red with regret.“Wren Sutton, I love you.”Reunion.Adrian Lancaster, covered in scars and filled with belated love, let go of all his pride. On the long road to winning back his wife, he lost control, trapping Wren Sutton in his arms in a fervent kiss, his eyes reddening.“Darling, give me one more chance, I'm begging you...”Hearing the man's trembling, pleading voice, Wren Sutton raised her hand to smooth his anxious brow. Her hatred dissipated, replaced by a calm acceptance.“Adrian Lancaster, we're divorced.”Adrian Lancaster's defenses crumbled. “Those divorce papers don't count.”Wren Sutton: “You signed them yourself.”Adrian Lancaster: “The child doesn't agree.”The child: “...”Both leads are clean.