All things Are Vanity

It has been 10000 years. The tide of spiritual energy has returned.
The prosperous Tokyo has returned to the Edo Period and had hordes of supernatural creatures roaming the streets.
In the desert, the Pharaoh was leading his army and awakening from his eternal slumber.
Vampires and werewolves were locked in a constant battle in the Eastern European plains.
Witches and evil spirits were traversing through the markets of Europa.
The feathered serpent was stretching its body on the American Continent, opening its eyes during the cycle of death.
Humans had fallen from the top of the food chain as they remembered the fear that the legends carried.
In this world where demons and monsters roamed, Lester looked at the shadow of the ferocious worm cast on his body and told his system.
""Please give me a set of Sunfire Cape, Randuin's Omen, Frozen Heart, Spirit Visage, Warmog's Armor, Thornmail, oh yes, and the Gargoyle's Stoneplate, Force of Nature, Adaptive Helm, as well as Righteous Glory...""
He then brought his hands together against the trembling monsters.
"I am not talented, but I am going to bust your heads open today!"
"Grasp of the Undying!" Life Value +5
"Dark Harvest!"Damage Growth +5
"Overgrowth!" Life Value +2%
"Gathering Storm!" Spell Strength +100
What? You want me to eat these mutated creatures? Let me tell you! I, Lester, will rather die of starvation or jump down from here than to...
System: "Life Value +40"
"Wow, it tastes great!"

PS: This novel can be easily read even without gaming knowledge. Feel free to have a read."

Infinite Divine Gears in the City

    His internal organs felt a slight pressure, and his chest became more and more stuffy. It was as if tens of thousands of tons of water were pressing on his body, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.


  Some of the girls with weaker constitutions were already clutching their hearts, their faces turning paler.


  After another clash, Li Rui glanced at the messy blood marks on his fist, and his eyes flashed.


  Although she hadn't used her full strength yet, how could a black iron-level extraordinaire fight with him to this extent?


  He had increased his attack power to silver-rank!


  In the beginning, he was afraid that the recoil of his weapon would kill Hiroshi Fuuma, so he tried not to use any penetrating force.


  In the end, she found that this guy was as lively as a Dragon and a Tiger. He didn't even spit out a mouthful of blood, and was far from as fragile as she looked!


Chapter 468-[ Rakshasa ghost mask ] _1