Rise of the Undead Legion - Chapter 57 Dark Threading Dungeon

Caelith doesn't want too much in life, a clean home, a happy mother, and maybe a girlfriend. Raised in the Stormont manner, one of the highest ranking noble household in the kingdom, he grew up a bastard, mistreated and abused by the main lineage.At the tender age of sixteen nobles undergo a divine ceremony, receiving the opportunity to be blessed by the gods however he receives Nothing.Caelith struggles in this world but at the end of the day, He is Nobody, and he has Nothing.

There are two women with the same name in the entertainment industry, one is Qu Xizhi and the other is Gu Xizhi, because they debuted at about the same age, they are often compared.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the relationship between the two is extremely bad…

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He married the daughter of the Lancaster family purely for revenge. He expected her to be obedient and submissive, not to resist or show emotions—a perfect pawn in his plan for vengeance.However, when his gaze locked onto the third daughter of the Lancaster family, the one who barged into the living room was her—disheveled and stained with blood. She seemed ordinary, but beneath the surface, she hid an unknown sharpness.“Do you love me?” he asked coldly.“You're crazy!” she rolled her eyes in disdain.In that moment, he smiled with satisfaction, believing he had everything under control.But she fought back. Marrying him was merely one step in her own plan.Four years later, with the Lancaster family completely destroyed, she threw the divorce papers in his face, smiling like the final victor:“Albert Wilson, have you finished using me? Thank you for making me think I once loved you. Now, never see me again, even in death.”Just as she turned to leave in triumph, she accidentally walked into a gang's arms deal, and an explosion forever separated her from him.It was only when he found the two-month pregnancy test result among her belongings that he realized he had lost the only salvation of his life.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…