Sir President, Your Stamina is Amazing! - Chapter 1082 - : Two Handsome Guys, Which One To Choose?（3）

A huge guy is bawling his eyes out. In this day and age? Sure, maybe the world changed while I was away in that other place. I’m not some old-fashioned boomer.But what if that guy is clinging to my pant leg, sobbing and sniffling—And we’re not even acquaintances?Even in modern times, that’s just messed up. Ask any passing kid, they’d agree.So yeah, I shook my leg. He was gross and too close.“The hell’s wrong with you? Crying just ’cause you saw a ghost?” “N-no! I swear, it was really there! You didn’t see it!!”I let the disrespect slide. Barely. He was asking for help and still talking down to me just because I look young?Obviously, I’m not the one who lost his balls. He is.And yet… when I looked where he pointed—Something was there.I threw some coarse salt and looked again.He stared at me like I was insane, but I ignored it.…Yeah. Something was definitely there.It made eye contact.

After millions of years spent hunting and battling, the forces of darkness were finally pushed back and eradicated. But as Twilight’s lifespan approached its inevitable end, he made a fateful choice—to reincarnate into the future, where a golden age was prophesied to unfold.Now reborn as Twilight Nightfall, a boy who had lost everything to the world, he remembered nothing of his former life.Stripped of purpose and will, he strayed on the path of despair. Yet, in his darkest moment, a reason to live revealed itself.Chosen as one of the sovereign system holders, Twilight was granted an opportunity to prove himself.With sufficient potential, he could earn the highest privileges, rise to the rank of seeker, and represent humanity in the Astral Realm—a game-like world filled with mythical races, limitless resources, and boundless opportunities.Follow Twilight as he ascends to the apex of the Astral Realm, dominating players and rivals alike while gradually piecing together the shattered fragments of his past life, becoming a legendary figure in all worlds.

“Ah……painful”

Lying on the cold operating table, the girl’s sentimental feelings faded, a mysterious man took her innocence.

Meeting again, the mysterious man was actually a black bellied VIP, capturing her home, wanting to spoil her.

“Reporting to the Boss, some slag man came looking for the madame.”

“Directly bury him alive.”

“Reporting to the Boss, some slag lady was jealous that the Mrs. came first in a medical contest, and slapped the lady in the face.”

“Her slag face will be broken, send her straight to hell on earth to die.”

“Reporting to the Boss, the enemy is going to catch your wife and use her as a military doctor.”

“Immediately dispatch the armed forces, and bomb the enemy!”

“Reporting to the boss, the lady ran away from home, she said to tell the president she wants to give him a child……”

“F***, I did not feed her last night! Catch her, the army has seven days and seven nights of holiday, I have business to attend to!”

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The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.