[Strange Revival: A monthly god-level lottery draw.]
A mysterious gray fog enveloped the entire world.
After the gray fog dissipated, the strange world opened.
[Gluttony: Seducing people to eat and drink until they die.]
[Succubus: Causing people to lose their rationality and be dominated by their desires.]
[Zombie: A living person turns into a corpse and becomes a puppet that only knows how to suck blood.]
An adult would be marked once a month. If they wanted to survive, they could only enter the Strange World to absorb the precious Strange Qi.
Li Qinghe had been strangely marked when he turned eighteen. Just as he was panicking, he was bound to the god-level lottery system.
He had drawn one of the Seventy-two Techniques of Earth Fiend, Sword Technique.
Comprehending the Innate Qi, slaying humans, slaying monsters, slaying gods!
He had drawn the Divine Physique, Pure Yang Sacred Body.
Succubus, right? Sucking my Yang energy? Today, I'll make sure you can't eat it!
He had drawn Weapon Refining Arts, Pill Refining Arts, Connate Numinous treasures, and…
Countless years later, Li Qinghe, who had maxed out all his skills and equipment, entered the Strange World. He pointed his sword at the gray fog that extended to the end of the horizon and said calmly," You are the source of the disaster, the ancestor of the Strange?"
The gray fog slowly parted, and Li Qinghe took a closer look.
"F * ck!"
The moon covers the stars
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This story might have potential, but by all that is holy, I can't feckin find it. I tried. I really did, but I couldn't get past chapter 10. If I had to compare the grammatical prowess of the editor to a functioning member of society, it would be equal to Jeffrey Dahmer. I gave myself a migraine attempting to process the massacre of the english language that is this story. If this story is ever picked through by actual editor, I might come back. It's highly unlikely, however, given the ptsd I am developing after walking through the literary equivalent of Auschwitz.