Plastic bomb

Humanity has endured for millions of years, but recorded history only spans a mere four thousand years. During that unrecorded deep-sea age, what exactly were we doing?
Countless indescribable beings ruled the universe, and our powerful ancestors preserved the fire of human civilization under their threat.
Then they disappeared, and we rose.
Now, they are coming back, mysterious psychic powers are awakening, the flame of human civilization is slowly extinguishing, and no kings are in sight...
Chen Ke opens his eyes to see a world full of ruins and himself on the brink of death.
The moment his heart was pierced by the Blasphemous Dagger, he became a dying man without a heart.
Able to survive only 2 hours...

This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chen Ke in midair suddenly had a strange thought.


If he was torn in half, after resurrection, would the countdown of his life let his upper body grow a lower half, or vice versa? If it was the lower half that grew a new upper body, would it still be him?


He shook his head, surprised that he could still get distracted in such a situation. His right hand moved downward, ready to snap his fingers, but he heard the sound of bone breaking. His left shoulder and right leg were forcibly dislocated.


"Let him go, you son of a bitch," Lucina's voice came from behind. With her severely injured body, she charged at Miles, her arms clamping around his neck.


"Young lady, this is unwise of you," Miles said condescendingly.


"Fuck off, bastard," Lucina cursed, her arm muscles bulging as she tried to twist Miles' neck.


Miles sighed, grabbed Chen Ke's right leg with one hand and flung him to the side, tossing him into a nearby green belt, then grabbed Lucina's wrists.


Chapter 163: No Longer Being Someone Else's Gun