The Conquerors Path - Chapter 837 - 835-My Choice.

He is invincible and invincible, has the ultimate beauty, and captivates people.

She has a top-level appearance and a top-level life, but she was hit by a car accident and turned into a fool, which is shocking.

No one knows that he once saw the woman called a fool stepping on the ground in a mess, with a sharp face, in the chaos, saving the people around him from the fire and water, just one look, he was set for life.

There is a kind of person who is a drug that you can’t get rid of, you can’t get rid of it…

What do you do when your beliefs run counter to what you love?

[Chongwen, the heroine is very strong, very strong, and the hero is not weak, the battle of blood, the collision of beliefs. 】

The introduction is weak, mainly to read the text, favor the text, strong men and strong women, not abuse.

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Thirty-three classmates hold a reunion after graduating. Tensions soar and old friendships are tested, as a strange turn of events lead them to follow the path of the ancient gods.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

“Why is this happening…?”

Mia Luna Tearmoon, Princess of the Tearmoon Empire, muttered to herself as she stood shackled on the execution platform.

The faces of the spectators surrounding her were, without exception, filled with indignation.

Before long, Mia was executed at the hands of the revolutionists, who were fed up with the heavy taxation.

But the next moment, she unexpectedly found herself lying on her bed.

It was eight years ago, when she was just a mere kid.

For a while, Mia even wondered if she was hallucinating. However, what appeared on her bedside table was a bloodstained diary that she had written herself.

That day, Mia’s screams could be heard echoing throughout the palace.

Mia was not a vicious person by nature. She was simply incapable of understanding the pain and hunger of others, and by the time she discovered it, it was already too late to do anything.

After she regressed back to her childhood, Mia struggled hard to trace back the events of the past with the help of her blood-stained diary and memories.

Was it to save the future of a declining empire?

Was it to save the soldiers who died in the civil war?

Was it to save the people from famine?

No, she had only one goal.

To avert her fate of facing the guillotine (execution)!