The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan - Chapter 64 - 0 Harvesting a Host of Little Fangirls (Second

Humanity’s first 8th Class Mage.

Betrayed, he traveled back 30 years into the past.

The story follows Ian Page, archmage and the first man to break through the 6th class, then through the 7th and become the most powerful mage, an 8th class mage.

After a lifetime of war and killing, the continent was finally unified thanks to his efforts. Now, old, his wish is to live the rest of his life in peace and try to find salvation for all the blood he spilled. However, his old friend, maddened by paranoia, couldn’t tolerate someone so powerful, so he betrayed Ian and killed him.

In his last breath, he cast a time magic that allowed him to travel back to when he was a young boy. With all the knowledge he previously had, he decided to do things better so he could end with less regrets.

Inexplicably, there was an app on Jiang Yu’s phone that couldn’t be uninstalled. After a suggestive opening animation loaded, a sentence appeared on the screen: … What is your wish that you most want to realize?
Jiang Yu, who doesn’t believe in ghosts and gods, couldn’t hold back after all, and made a wish for her parents to be resurrected.
Then the screen restarted, and a new line of words was displayed in the center of the phone——
[Welcome to the world where power is paramount. 】
Waking up again, Jiang Yu was in a strange bus, next to a player in the same situation as her, and the announcement sounded in the car: “There is an experienced person among you, please find out his existence.”
This is the beginning of the infinite world full of horror.

In a dungeon, Jiang Yu met Shi Jun, who was the number one ranked S-100% under the alias of “Zhong Yu” disguised as a rookie.
At this time, Shi Jun pretended to be a soft and weak little white flower, while observing Jiang Yu closely.
Her eyes on Jiang Yu were full of interest. Seeing Jiang Yu’s calm, rational, and heart-warming performance, Shi Jun couldn’t help but smile slightly.
No one can live without shame in this infinite world, but this person in front of him is an exception.
While pretending to be afraid, Shi Jun took the other’s hand, while lowering her eyes to hide the smile in her eyes.
Such beautiful roses made her want to pick them, plant them in her own garden, and taste them to her heart’s content.

The infinite world is full of dangers, and even if Jiang Yu has a calm judgment, she still struggles.
But she knew that she could not retreat, otherwise not only would she not be able to realize her wish, she would even die without a place to bury her.
At this moment, a woman with a strong fragrance of flowers found her, and pointedly tapped Jiang Yu’s lips: “Surviving, escaping, and fulfilling wishes are all difficult things for newcomers. If you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces. But-”
“I can protect you, but I only protect one kind of person, Little Rose, do you know what kind of person it is?”

At first, Shi Jun just wanted to pick this rose.
Later, Shi Jun wanted to keep her for a long time and let her bloom in his palm.

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Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.