Demon King After the End - Chapter 20: Tree of Death [2]

When a person dies, they either die light as a feather (aka unimportant) or heavy as Mt. Tai (aka very important).

Struck down amid the battle, the Hero and Demon King meet their demise. As their souls linger on the edge of the afterlife, a mysterious force intervenes, merging their fragmented souls together with a new being. Rusty, the living armor, now affected by their memories and presence, embarks on his own quest. Will he seek revenge on those who betrayed the hero, or will he fulfill the desires of the fallen demon king? or instead, forge his own path?

In the last life, Tang Mo accidentally lost his space jade pendant when the apocalypse opened, and lost his biggest golden finger. Later, he practiced his abilities, lost his relatives, and was ostracized. He played a good hand of cards all his life. , and finally died in the mouth of the alien beast.

Opening his eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn and returned to the week before the end of the world, and all the tragedies have not happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity to walk out of her own path to become a doomsday powerhouse?

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William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm.Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence----------------------------Hear ye, my loyal readers… From this day onward, updates shall be limited to three chapters per day—no more!Alas, my quill grows weary, and my stockpile of chapters runs thin. The weight of silence presses upon this tale, and my passion falters…I ask but a simple boon—Golden Tickets and a flood of reviews! Shall this humble plea go unanswered?.