I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 784 - 472: Turning of the Tide【Thanks to League Leader CLV’s Orange】_2

Link’s soul traversed into the Wizard World, delightfully obtaining the Krypton Card Drawing System.

With his first draw being the “Mind Closure Technique,” his cultivation progress far surpassed his fellow apprentices.

He conducted research, carried out experiments, published papers, and obtained patents.

In this highly advanced civilization of a fantastical world, he climbed to the peak step by step.

He campaigned across the Heavens, admired countless bizarre landscapes, and conquered one innovative civilization after another.

A young love leads to a lifetime of entanglements. Zhao Mo Sheng is a university student with a sunny disposition. The bright and cheerful Mo Sheng fell in love at first sight with He Yi Chen, one of the top students from the Law Faculty. However, his poor communication skill, makes her depart sadly for overseas. Seven years later, Zhao Mo Sheng returned home and spotted him immediately in a crowded supermarket, …….

This is a very short and sweet story about two college sweethearts, who separated on a bitter note but fate tosses them together again seven years later.

After finishing a novel, Betty wakes up in an unfamiliar world—inside the very book she just read.In the story, the original “Betty” was the fake daughter of the powerful Johnson family. Once the real daughter returned, Betty was cast aside, ignored by the people she once called family. Her once-loving brother abandoned her, and when the apocalypse arrived, she struggled to survive alone. Despite becoming an A-rank Ice-type Awakener, she clung to the hope that her family would one day accept and love her.But that hope led to her tragic death.Now, the real Betty—our Betty—has taken over the fake daughter’s body. And this time, she’s not the same naive girl desperate for affection. Grateful that the apocalypse hasn’t started yet, Betty prepares for what’s to come.In this second life, she awakens a mysterious “cheat code”—Space: a boundless pocket dimension where she can store unlimited supplies—from food and medicine to weapons—all untouched by time or decay. A hidden sanctuary where she can rest, recover, and plan.[Warning: Story can be fast paced, I don't want to waste words on long descriptions][In this novel, there can be cultivation elements included,so this novel will not always be about the apocalypse in the future]

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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