The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins - Chapter 457 437 Stories Sol’s Demon Stone

The world is full of mysteries. Strange, seemingly unexplainable events occur more often than we may realize. A young boy may catch an illness no doctor can explain. An office may catch fire for no apparent reason. And perhaps, someone may die a sudden and unexpected death – their bodies blighted beyond recognition.

At the beginning of the game, there is a small broken boat, and the whole family lives on the boat, which is leaking from wind and rain.

Huo Xi didn’t panic at all, rowed the small broken boat vigorously and started to make a fortune. If you don’t pay attention, you will become a rich man in the south of the Yangtze River.

It’s time to return to Beijing to take revenge and regain your identity. Take mine and return it! Eat mine and spit it out!

A black-bellied person: It’s lonely alone, why don’t you take me with you?

Huo Xixing’s eyes widened: Hurry up and hand over Xie Jin and leave! Don’t delay my sacking.

A black-bellied person: I won’t leave. How dare you play tricks on the grace of saving your life? Since then, you should promise each other with your body, be like a cow or a horse, and let yourself be driven.

Huo Xi: Huh? Set sacks together?

A black belly: go!

- Description from novelbuddy

A world where the [Demon King] was defeated by a [Hero] that came from another world. People carelessly forgot about their fear of the [Demon King] and of monsters, living in peace.

In a forgotten and run-down cave in the mountains, a new monster that should not have been born was given birth.

The monster’s name was the [Black Ooze]. It was nothing exceptional other than its black color, an ordinary slime.

However, this slime had the special characteristic of being able to take the abilities of the living things it swallowed. It preyed on an insect that had paralytic poison, as well as other animals. Following that, it attacked a human, obtaining his knowledge and [Desire].

Before long, the monster established its target as the female mage that came to explore the cave.

This world still wasn’t aware.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.