I Can’t Be Sword God - Chapter 93

Climb the Tower.The path to power is ever growing, immeasurable. A peak above a peak, above a peak. There is always the next peak to look up to. A place where dragons eat dragons.In this world where a catastrophe known as “Global Awakening” gave humans different magical abilities to fight the dungeon and monsters that invade earth, Jael is among the weakest—one of the Half Awakened, struggling to survive through odd and humiliating jobs.However his dream of climbing the Dungeon Tower won't be forever buried because a WILL has been left behind. An intent put into a spellbook that's been waiting for just who to claim it.In this golden era of worlds, all eyes are on the Dungeon Tower, where everyone seeks to become its master. “What do you desire? Money and wealth? Honor and pride? Authority and power? Revenge? Do you want to reverse your failures? Or something beyond them all? Whatever you desire—it is here. If only you climb.”Follow Jael’s journey as he ascends the Dungeon Tower, determined to create a new legend for himself.

“A qualified gunner should have enough firepower coverage.”

“So my battery has a diameter of three thousand meters, which is very reasonable.”

After a grand fireworks, Chen Jiang looked at the shocked eyes of the passers-by around him and said seriously.

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When all races were thrown into a world and started to fight, a world with the theme of survival began.

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Lucian, a young human has died and met the goddess of death. She has chosen him as her agent of chaos and personal plaything, to bring about an apocalypse that will fix the imbalance of the world and resume death's natural course.Will he allow himself to be manipulated and succumb to his new instincts, or will he take another path and live his new life the way he would want?This book contains NSFW content.This story will be updated daily.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.