History's Number 1 Founder - Chapter 1402 - The Alliance of the Demons

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.

Yohan Was a game maniac, he loves playing the cultivation game which was popular on the earth, he was one of the Famous players in the action genre, but unfortunately, he died while crossing the road, Truck Kun Hit him with lightning-fast speed.

“I am Going to die like this, I was about to get a breakthrough in the Heavenly Soul realm, I waited for six years for this day but Damn you, Truck Kun, you ruined my whole life” Yohan cursed truck Kun with his heart content.

A light struck on the young man who was In deep thought thinking about the woman he loves, unfortunately, A Lightning struck on his body And the Next moment He died.

when people saw that lighting struck on the particular area, The mob started gathering in that place, to see what is going on there.

Suddenly The body of the Young man started flickering with Red light and started shaking violently The next moment he opened his eyes.

“Where am i” Yohan mumbled and his memory of his previous life started to come into his mind.

“Shit, I Died And reincarnated in a Different World” The young man mumbled to himself while he found himself half-naked in the middle of the road while people were looking at him with wide-open eyes, The area around that place was destroyed by a Lightning strike.

“You shameless bastard what are you doing here ” A cold voice resounded in his ears, he looked behind in the direction of that voice.

“I Am a goner now” He mumbled when he saw a middle-aged man who was looking towards him with killing intent on his face.

“This twisted world needs to be reset. That's what V2 is for!”-------------------------------------------------------------Waking up only to find that she's reincarnated into a world very reminiscing of a game that she used to play, Yuki is suddenly thrust into a worldwide conflict. To ensure the longevity of her newfound motherland, Yuki will have no choice but to flip this war upside down. If only to finally has some closure for past life also.So buckle up, strap your helmet tight, and keep your rifle loaded and on safe. This is not your bog-standard story about overpowered characters on a battlefield, no. This is a story about warfare in all its bloodied glory, the leader that calls the shot, the soldiers that execute them, and the nation that's backing them up. And along the way, sprinkle those a healthy dose of beautiful maidens, lily/futa romances, and build a harem.This is not gonna be a quick and decisive run, no. We're in this one for the long haul. Hail, Ironblood!

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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