Wraithwood Botanist - Chapter 8: Soul Strangler

Introduction: Zhao Si, one of Wall Street’s rising rookies, has been reborn. Knowing the trend of the times, he wants to make his corrupt official father change his ways…

(ps: This story is purely made up, if there is any similarity, it is definitely a coincidence, and it is not aimed at any individual or group organization.)

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Dorian was out celebrating his college graduation when a car slammed into him, and darkness took hold.

[STOP STEALING MY WORK, RULATE SITE BASTARDS]Aron died in an underground fight arena, only to wake up in Marvel World with an OP power similar to All For One. But in this world, he is a clone, saved by the X-Men. Follow, Aron's new journey as he tries his best to fit in this world of endless chaos.The biggest question is if he is a clone then where's the original body?[Timeline: AU][Harem> So, please, if you aren't into it, don't read.]...[The cover picture is AI made]...[This is not a translation.]Support link: pat eon.com/UnknownMaster[15+ advance chs] [No double billing]

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.