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

     this is the central square of Los Santos. Due to dissatisfaction with the state Minister's extreme anti-drug policy, the protesting masses have begun a continuous demonstration since Monday. Currently ... 


  On the television, behind the beautiful female reporter was a Black Mass of people. They held all kinds of strange signs and shouted at the camera emotionally.


  Further away, the excited crowd was madly hitting the explosion-proof shields, hitting the warning line like a tide.


  Under the camera's capture, a Templar waving a baseball bat was pressed to the ground, but even with his hands twisted, he still struggled madly on the ground, cursing and cursing. He didn't even notice that his skin was worn out.


  Looking at his bloodshot eyes, even through the screen, Li Rui could sense that something was wrong.


  And this confrontation and protest was only a microcosm of the raging Flames of War in North America!


Chapter 1060-[ mind plague ] _1