The E-Sports Circle’s Toxic Assembly Camp - Chapter 24.2

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery.The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope.Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells?***“So...” Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. “I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—”“F-Father…”“ —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four.“...Please stop talking…” The Prince pleaded.“Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— ”“STOP!!!!!”

#FANTASY #SYSTEM #LATESYSTEMAWAIKING #SLOWBURN #ACTION #BEASTS[You have been chosen by Aloka, The Creator, to stand against the coming catastrophe.][The war has begun. You must rise beyond mortality.][For this reason, you have been granted the most powerful system—][WAR-BORN ASCENSION SYSTEM.]In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity stands on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void.Aamir Singh is no chosen hero. He is a warrior forged in battle, relying only on skill, grit, and the will to survive. In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity teeters on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void.Aamir fights—undaunted, unbroken. But destiny had already marked him long before he ever realized it.For months, a mysterious armor has been in his possession—an enigma left untouched. But on the eve of a mission that could change everything, he finally dons its mask… and the Warborn Ascension System awakens.Power beyond human comprehension. Secrets buried in time. A path he never asked for.Alongside Riya, a prodigious magic wielder, and a band of warriors bound by fate, Aamir must rise beyond mortality itself.The world does not need a hero. It needs a Beastgod.But as the system reveals the truth behind his existence, one question remains: Will Aamir’s newfound power be the key to salvation—or the catalyst for the world’s doom?

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Ruan Qiuqiu had transmigrated into a cannon fodder that had the same name as her in the novel, Sweet Pampering in Ancient Times: Demon King Husband, Please Spare Me

Right now, there were two paths before her:

Option 1: Continue playing the role of the supporting female character. After a few rounds of being faceslapped by the female lead, she would die tragically in the beast tide.

Option 2: For the sake of the tribe having enough salt, marry the wolf tribe’s former chief, a fierce wolf demon that was disfigured, crippled, and possibly had personality issues.

Ruan Qiuqiu chose the second option without hesitation. She rather go live a peaceful and ambitious-free life than compete with the female lead over some guy.

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Due to a mishap, Mr. Big Bad Wolf, who had the blood of fiends in him, had become disfigured, crippled, and blind.

He was on the verge of death and his tribe had abandoned him. When he fell to the state of being so hungry that he was gnawing on ice…

The young bride, who his tribe had exchanged 300 catties of salt for, carefully walked to his side and covered his ugly damaged body with an animal hide.

She softly called him, “Husband?”