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!

11:02 AM, at an outdoor café on Raffi Road.


Wang Ailin, wearing a red silk off-shoulder blouse and a black mini skirt complemented by brown high heels, sat waiting for Diana.


A white handbag lay on the chair next to her, and two cups of chocolate ice cream adorned the table.


Perhaps it was because Opportunity City was near the inland sea, but the temperature soared at noon today; the air felt oppressively hot and humid, small beads of sweat appearing on her forehead and the bridge of her nose, her neck and collarbones damp.


Wang Ailin took out a wet wipe from her purse to dab at her face, then watched helplessly as the dollops of cream in her cup slowly melted, the chocolate chips on top resembling teary eyes.


She sighed and took out her compact mirror for a quick check; her lip gloss seemed a bit faded, so she reached for her lipstick to reapply.


Chapter 172: Time Travel