The Sword and Heir of Shadows - Chapter 74: Burned spirit.

If an ancient scholar searches through the mists of history, he or she will find such an existence:Pope of the night,Angel of the Creator,The hidden emperor of the empire,…He is also the perfect mentor;Wanmen’s guidance,The original source of pain...No one knows where he came from, only that he was born with knowledge and has been with him for years.Let us chant his honorable name together:Spirit of truth, pure man, master of dreams, supreme beyond all eternity

In space, isolation is a slow killer. Company quickens the pace.Waking up adrift in an ancient battleground, Alex is left dazed and confused with no clue how she ended up trapped aboard a failing vessel. With only a mysterious voice in her head to guide her she must act in order to survive.Every piece of the puzzle she collects only leads to more questions about her origins and the star she's trapped around might not be as deserted as she first thought.All she knows for sure is that she could die at any minute, but Alex is not going to go down without a fight.

My mother was in the late stages of cancer, and her greatest wish before she died was to see Theodore Grant and me get married.After I begged and pleaded, Theodore Grant agreed to have a wedding with me, so that my mother could pass away in peace.But on the wedding day, the groom was nowhere to be found. I called him over and over again, but no one answered...I became the laughingstock of the wedding, and my mother, in her anger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaving me with regret.I was busy with my mother's funeral arrangements, with no time to investigate where he had gone.It wasn't until the next day that a friend sent me a screenshot of a social media post.My husband was holding another woman in his arms, his face full of doting affection...

The world is in an age of change between the old and the new society, and the collision of politics, economy, thought and culture is becoming more and more violent.

Moster Verak, a photographer from the slums of Zward City, was reborn two months ago, starting from impersonating the son of a consortium again, stirring everything and subverting the world in the turmoil of rapid industrial development and wild expansion of ambition.

[Overhead world, please do not compare reality]

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