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Rise of the White Dragon

_______ On May 28, 2010, the world was forever changed by the third awakening. Suddenly, smaller worlds connected with the main world and beings of different races appeared, each with their own unique powers. The world was thrown into chaos as people tried to understand and control these newfound abilities. But amidst all the confusion, towering structures began to appear all over the world. These towers held unimaginable power, and those who were already gifted with abilities could upgrade and become even stronger. Even those without powers could gain them through rigorous tests within the towers. As expected, conflicts erupted across the globe as everyone scrambled to claim these towers for themselves. And at the heart of it, all was Luan Dimas, a man who had lived for a thousand years and had amassed an arsenal of techniques. He was transported back four months before the awakening, and now had the chance to correct his past mistakes. Luan knew that he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He had to make the most of this new chance and take control of the towers before anyone else could. But with so many others vying for power, the competition would be fierce, and the battles even more brutal. With his knowledge and skill, Luan would have to fight his way through the chaos and overcome any obstacles in his path. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and Luan was determined to come out on top, no matter what it took. _______ The 'Earth' in this novel is not the same Earth we currently live on, so don't use our common sense for this novel. After all, this is pure fantasy. _______ Discord Server: discord.gg/rK69edsWyt _______

Lruska · Fantasy
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459 Chs

Chapter 302

"Ahhhhhh!" Clarice's scream resounded through the room, permeated with pain and despair. She began to cry loudly, consumed by guilt. Once she had deeply loved her sister, but over time, envy corroded her, leading her to desire her sister's fiancé and, finally, to commit the worst of crimes.

Marquis Thaylon, trying to defend himself, pointed a finger at the Patriarch, his legs trembling. "You can't kill me. My father will seek revenge if you do."

However, in the face of the overwhelming power of an Emperor like Patriarch Miller, Thaylon knew he was insignificant. Even if he used all the resources at his disposal, it would be impossible to escape alive from the Patriarch's wrath. The room was charged with the tension of a final judgment, each word and gesture weighing like lead in the already saturated air of conflicting emotions.