The General Loves to Collect Little Red Flowers - Chapter 40

In a future city intertwined with science, magic, and various races, a fearsome villain lives.“How dare you try to use such a young child. Do you have no conscience?”“It’s truly regrettable. To think that this girl could be the key to eradicating a den of evil.”“You can rest easy now. We will definitely protect you.”Sorry, but I’m actually that villain…It seems like a serious misunderstanding.

Wraiths are genetically altered people who possess special abilities. However, ability doesn't always mean power: more often than not, it just makes you a target. This is especially true for Matthew, who might just be one of the most powerful wraiths in the world - and therefore, has to hide his power and use cunning in order to survive.And then there is that girl who wants him to join her rock band...

John Foster, a top expert in a certain gaming studio, who once offended a trust-fund baby.

As a result, he was framed and bound with the worst talent-“Sacrifice”, in the new game “GODSLAYER” upon the game's launch day.

John was the only one among the sacrificed who insisted on not deleting his character.

Supposed to be sacrificed to The Devil, John persisted in his quest.

After being killed multiple times, he still charged towards The Devil with his flesh and blood!

[Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.]

[Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] ...

After multiple failures, John was surprised to find that his skills and Exp were improving rapidly as he fought The Devil!

A few months later, when players worldwide were busy leveling up, a system notification struck like thunder:

[Ding: 'Anonymous Player' successfully killed the World BOSS - Devil 'Azazel', earning the First Kill reward!]

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”