Horizon of War Series - Chapter 169: Lords of Lowlandia

In the year 2057, the world has become a corporate-run utopia for the super-rich, and a hellhole for all the rest.

Catherine 'Cat' Leblanc is an orphan that is about as far from super-rich as one can be. When the Incursion alarms start blaring and the sky starts raining hungry xenos, it's just another blemish on an already piss-poor afternoon.

A cyberpunk magical-girl alien-invasion LitRPG.

It’s exactly as wild as it sounds.

The tomatoes and potatoes are piled up in the warehouse, the dead horses are squeezing the milk, the vampires are carrying the watermelons, the succubuses are picking the eggplants, and the Lich King is quietly licking the ice cream…

The people who died in the crown pointed to the tribes:
Let the dead be born, and let the dead die!

(This book is based on the dungeon and the Warriors, Warcraft, heroes invincible, riding and cutting, and another million finished “Wasteland Ranch” character guarantee)

- Description from Uukanshu translation

Behind the scenes, vest flow

Yuan Yi, who traveled to the world of pirates, has the ability to harvest emotions and draw character cards. First of all…

It started when the nine-tailed demon fox made a riot at the Shampoo Land and bombarded the Tianlongren Holy Land.

Then the ‘invisible empire’ belonging to the monsters spread over the sea, the fragments of the jade of the four souls chased by the king of the sea, the ruling demon who signed a contract with the five old stars of the world government, the mysterious sea in the sea The bizarre Beechburg, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven who descended on Wano Country, pursues the ghost of the blue other side flower on the small island of the East China Sea, the mysterious port Utopia and the Gravity Spring…

It’s all controlled by the source

- Description from novelbuddy

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

- Description from Novelupdates