Raising A Few Wives in a Beast Apocalypse - Chapter 125: The girls’ turn

The Phoenix Clan was once unmatched in power, revered and feared across the world. But when the greed of four great empires united, the clan was destroyed, forcing its survivors into hiding, saved only by the Phoenix’s final sacrifice. Its essence passed to an unborn child, Luis.Raised in a quiet village, Luis knows nothing of his heritage or the power hidden within him. As he trains to master his aura, mysterious signs begin to surface, hinting at the truth of his lineage. With enemies closing in, Luis must uncover the Phoenix’s legacy and embrace the power he never asked for.Their are 2 main power systemsAura: can be progressed through training, every human is capable of growing their aura stronger.Blessings: are powers given by creatures that rely on aura to be used and controlled. Blessings can only be obtained through mutual consent between creatures and humans. They can be passed through generations but their power diminished over generations.

Poisoned by his wife, betrayed by his best friend, and abandoned by his children—Matthew died broken and alone. But when he wakes up thirty years in the past, trapped in his eighteen-year-old body, everything changes.Now, the halls feel haunted, memories from a future that may never come keep popping into his head, and something strange is growing inside him—something he can’t explain. Sadly, this second chance isn’t a blessing. It comes with a price.But this time, he won’t be the victim. This time, he’s the one in control.

The world is full of mysteries. Strange, seemingly unexplainable events occur more often than we may realize. A young boy may catch an illness no doctor can explain. An office may catch fire for no apparent reason. And perhaps, someone may die a sudden and unexpected death – their bodies blighted beyond recognition.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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