Longevity Chronicles - Chapter 567 - 379: Great Brahmanic Hidden Language Infinite Sound, Ancestor God Corpse Disintegration Ascension Spell

When other people experience a body transformation, it is inevitably either male to female or female to male.

Me? I wake up to find myself transformed into two different bodies.

Both a male body and a female body, one conscience operating two bodies, all sorts of embarrassing moments.

Walking together normally makes other people think that I am sweethearts with my other-self, such sadness.

Also, the entire business of a hero rescuing the beautiful maiden, I call Bull.

I get slashed by a sword and my female body gets abducted, and he wants me to thank him?!?! Can it be less of a tragedy?

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That night, she shed off the image of a young maiden’s immaturity, forming a ripple in the deepest parts of the Cold Palace…

That day, she kneeled before him begging for mercy. She didn’t want anything. She only wanted to leave the palace and become an ordinary girl….

A bunch of elegant and good looking heavenly princes. A lowly palace maid with a mind as calm as still water.

If they were to meet, would it be an encounter like dewdrops and the autumn wind or would it be a lament of a country…

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[Adapted into Manhwa]In a world teetering on the brink of annihilation at the hands of the primordial evil, Erebos, five heroes rose to challenge fate. [The Brave] Arion. [The Divine Blacksmith] Dweno. [The Nebula’s Progenitor] Luna. [The King of Wisdom] Lisinas. And finally, me, [The Hero of Beginnings] Kyle.After my reincarnation, I found myself hailed as a great hero. “Except for one small detail, nobody mentions me.”At the Hero Academy, where the sacred gift bestowed by the gods, the Hero Record, chronicles the deeds of legends, I enrolled to uncover the truth behind my forgotten legacy.“Fine, then. I’ll just go there and become the top student. No big deal.”

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.