Talismans Manifest Myriad Laws, Proving My Immortality - Chapter 97 - : High-Level Meeting

Bloodlines Online, a game world where only those who learn to play can actually prosper.With a realistic skill leveling system and a deeply fleshed out system for handling statistics every player must learn that they either develop their skills or they fall behind.Ezekiel is a young man barely approaching graduation and working at his uncle's restaurant, The Chateau. Like many others he chose to buy Bloodlines Online just to explore a new game in the revolutionary field but just like every other player he was unaware of the significant role this game would play in the future.Streaming, currency exchange, information, all sorts of methods to make money on Bloodlines would soon rear their head and anyone who had even a small advantage could soon rise to glory.Will you rise through the honor of raiding dungeons to sell information?Will you gain wealth by selling your services as a power leveling carry?Will you become a wealthy entrepreneur in the game?Blacksmithing, alchemy, enchanting, class unique boons, all of it will become a players easily obtained income.The game hides a terrible secret though, a secret known to another player named Alexander.Follow the path of Bloodlines Online whether you wish to learn magic, martial skills or simply like the characters, it is all up to you.

In a land where ancient families are as common as the stars, the weight of millennia-old legacies brings not only honor but also the chains of rigid traditions. Here, bloodlines are the cornerstone of power, the unyielding foundation for climbing the ladder of authority.But what hope does the descendant of a mere hunter have in such a world? How can they claim a seat at the table in this grand feast of ambition and betrayal? Is it through the fragmented remnants of a cheat ability from the game For Honor, now warped and unrecognizable? A fleeting glimpse into an uncertain future? Or perhaps a stroke of intangible, invisible luck?The stage is set, the pieces are moving—will this unlikely contender rise, or will they become just another casualty of the Game of Thrones?

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”