The Legend of the Northern Blade - Chapter 12: That Year, In Winter… (3)

In a world where dragons, demons, elf's and and magic exists, evolution has left the human race behind.they have no ability to do magic, no special powers, nothing. They are doomed to go extinct in a few decades, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop the inevitable.To his dismay, Luke Knight was unlucky enough to be born as one of the few thousands that are left, and he's no different than any of them.But, He does have one talent.One very special talent.Luke is a crazy magnet, and before he realizes, he is surrounded by crazy yanderes that want one thing, and one thing only.They want him. And they'll do anything to achieve their goals.--------------------------------------------------------Every character in this book is 18+no NTRDon't expect some kind of power fantasy.the MC will always be weak, but the female cast will be full of extremely powerful womenSmut ratings:* = Explicit** = Very explicit*** = s*x

Ji Huan’s parents both died in a traffic accident.
Unexpectedly, his older sister also meets the same fate.
Yet everything starts when he says “goodbye” for the last time.

Hunting monsters? Genetic comparison?
Ji Huan flees with his older sister’s posthumous child to his hometown, Bade Town.
The three Grandpa, grandson, and nephew all live interdependent days.
However, inside the swaddling clothes is not a human baby,
But a monster…

Black egg body, white ring eyes, red mouth.
A child, ah! Doesn’t he have two eyes and a mouth! Resembling an egg, he is Ji Huan’s cute nephew!

Vermilion tiled wall, white lotus pond, convalescent courtyard.
This entirely neatly handsome and elegant young man: Ah Jin.
However, he told Ji Huan about the secrets of the monsters and discreetly taught him.
Bade Town is also slowly being covered in monsters…

Or, the record of a small countryside monster’s growth.

- Description from Novelupdates

In a world where kingdoms rise and fall, a seasoned player unexpectedly finds himself transmigrated into the very game he once mastered—Caldera. However, his new life as a ruler comes with a crushing twist: severe debuffs and harsh restrictions on his talents make survival nearly impossible. Against overwhelming odds, he fights tooth and nail to carve out a legacy. Despite his brilliance in strategy and marvels in combat, failure becomes his ultimate fate.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?