White Barge Clear River

A spoonful of Jiangbaisu, a scroll of Kuhesu, and a bottle of syrup so sweet it's nauseating.
Stir the crucible, evaporate the moisture.
Drink down the pain, reap a new life.
In the lands of steampunk alchemy, demons run rampant, elements drift, heresy lurks.
Xia Zhou looks up to the Mage's Holy Place, immerses himself in studying toxins, forging his own path of magehood.
(This is not an invincible story. The invincible tag is system-generated and I can't remove it.)

My Rejuvenation Speed is A 'Little' Fast

An Ruer sat quietly at the edge of the bed for several minutes, with Xia Zhou next to her doing nothing except sobbing softly.


An Ruer opened her eyes, seeing the tear-streaked Xia Zhou and his complicated expression, she also saw the black hole in the palm of his hand.


Xia Zhou was immersed in his thoughts and struggles, failing to withdraw his hand in time. It was only after An Ruer stared at the black hole for two seconds that he clenched his hand into a fist and drew it back nervously.


"What was that just now.." An Ruer gently held Xia Zhou's hands, "You're crying so hard, is it related to this thing?"


In the future timeline, "Xia Zhou" confessed his secret to "An Ruer" when they were in desperate straits.


Now, Xia Zhou wanted to bring this point in time forward a bit, to let An Ruer decide whether she wanted to become a Spore Incubated Life.


Chapter 56: Smoke