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Invaded by an alien species known as the Shataki, Blue Earth was thrown into war as they fought for their survival against the invaders.

Against the Shataki, their groundbreaking weapons were useless, and they were on the brink of extinction. But then, they discovered a connection to a mysterious world called the Ancient Realm.

By passing the trials of the Ancient Realm, humans from Blue Earth could begin their journey as cultivators and enhance their strength.

With their newfound power, humans were able to push the Shataki back, but the battle was not as simple as they thought.

It was then they learned their enemies were not bent on destroying their world but were searching for something.

What was it? No one knew.

But then, in a small city, a boy was betrayed by his girlfriend and was killed, allowing a new soul to enter his body.

The arrival of this new soul would change the fate of both Blue Earth and the Ancient Realm as many secrets began to unravel.  


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[Ding!] 

[You've awakened the Lifespan System!]

[Host, to reach your full potential, accumulate more lifespan.]

[Warning:  Insufficient lifespan detected. Host will die in 1 hour.]

I Have A Lifespan System

I've release another story

"HOLD THE LINE" A voice screamed.

Screams and anguished cries permeated the air, a chilling symphony of terror echoing through Golden Scale Town.

Various howls filled the sky, heralding the onslaught of darkness that threatened to engulf the once-thriving settlement.

Tension gripped the town like a vice, suffusing the streets with an aura of foreboding.

What was once a bustling thoroughfare now lay desolate, the remnants of its former liveliness drowned in the suffocating grip of dread.

At the town defense wall, the heavy footsteps of guards reverberated continuously, a constant reminder of the imminent danger that loomed just beyond the horizon.

Men, both young and old, were ferried back and forth on stretchers, their bodies bearing the scars of battle.

Some lay silent and motionless, their souls claimed by the merciless onslaught, while others writhed in agony, their anguished cries punctuating the grim tableau of war.

The Dark Beast Tide