Tribulation of Myriad Races - Chapter 213: I Think I Can't Stay Low-Profile Anymore (2)

It began with an accident, or maybe a miracle is a better term. Three souls dying by different strokes. One died in glory and blood; One died, betrayed but glad it was over; One died poor and alone. Then on the child’s fifth birthday, the three sleeping souls awakened. Three souls, one body, two desires, and containing all the powers each had in their last life. Were they destined for greatness? No. But when the past comes to haunt them, their home taken away, they have to make a decision… May it be as simple as a majority vote.“Let’s squash them!”“...can we just run away?“Were you never taught to aim for the eyes?”

Everything has changed since Earth became a collectible.

Modules have become the source of all superpowers, and the adventure dimension has become the best way to obtain modules.

Internal Force Module + Meridians + Acupoints + Flame + Knife = Burning Wood Knife Technique?

Magic module + spell model + spiritual guidance + missile = magic missile?

Internal force + blood + space + life + death + grinding + transformation +? ? ? =? ? ?

Lu Bai, who received his own death compensation, began a journey of constantly gathering death wool.

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In a world of magic, monsters, and rising heroes…A quiet young man with a simple life finds himself walking a path far greater than he ever expected. With his axe in hand and peace in his heart, he'll discover strength where others seek power.Slow-burn growthParty bonds & adventureUnique class & stat systemA journey that starts small—but won’t stay that waySometimes the strongest warriors are the ones who never wanted to fight.

No one knows when the first Clough door appeared. All people know is that a new era began when it was pushed open.Fortresses, sublimators, pillars of star essence, three-dimensional armaments, infinite energy, who can escape the sweeping tide of the times?In the abyss, the reverse realm, the skins, the alien gods, the mad king, the rulers, and the dark creatures, all howl in madness!Inside the black mist, the demons and ghosts crawl forward as a cross-dimensional migration silently brews.