Primordial Dimensions - Chapter 71 - The Might Of Connections

Talented in Magecraft but useless in physical combat?

Arthur woke up one day in a world where strength ruled all… in the body of Ulric Bloodvein.Discarded for his lowly birth, his fate should have been sealed. But everything changed the moment he awakened the Corruption System.[Ding! Merging complete. Corruption System bound to host.][By performing sexually perverted acts, host can gain Corruption Points and grow stronger.][Ding! You have spanked Amber’s ass. +1 Corruption Point!]With every lewd act, Ulric grows stronger. Follow his journey as he corrupts maidens, bends power to his will, and rises to dominate the realm of Arcadia.

Being abandoned by his very own blood, the world stripped him of everything, his glory, his weapon, his beloved and even his name was taken away. He tried to reclaim what were rightfully his but the people already treated him as an outcast.With nothing left to do, he strode towards the place of no return and as he reached the deepest part by accident, he found a sealed casket with an unusual question engraved on its lid.'If the world's destruction would be put in the palm of your hand, how would it end?'Thousands of choices, hundreds of possibilities, and tens of answers, yet just one of these was certain.“I'll carve it with my enemies' blood,” he uttered underneath the moonless sky.On his hand was a blade made of glass, dripping with a crimson, sticky substance. In an era where war was an everyday occurrence and death was nothing but a mere consequence of being weak, his journey towards the labyrinth of revenge had begun.- - - - -Read at least six chapters and please be prepared to crave the rest. Enjoy Reading!

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.