[Apocalipse + poderes sobrenaturais + invencível + personagens diversos + decisivo e impiedoso + sangue quente + confronto de poderes] [Poucas protagonistas femininas, mas cada uma com característica
Daxia Empire.
Year 80 of the Daxia Era.
“Never let the gods know you have been reborn!”
“Never let the gods know you have been reborn!”
In a daze, Lin Yu opened his eyes, filled with confusion.
Faint voices echoed in his mind, gradually fading away.
“Where am I?”
Still bewildered, he glanced around.
It seemed he was in a hospital.
Suddenly, a sharp pain surged through his head.
Lin Yu touched it with his hand—it was bandaged.
Suddenly,
his pupils dilated, and his right hand, which was touching his head, froze in midair. “Am I not already dead? My soul was devoured by Xie Haoran, my talents stolen, and I perished!”
“What is going on now?”
As he pondered, another wave of intense pain struck his mind.
“Never let the gods know you have been reborn!”
That voice echoed again in his head, accompanied by a blurry vision.
In the vision, a silver-white coffin was bound by countless silver chains, sinking to the bottom of an unknown river.
But in that river, it wasn’t water that flowed—it was silver streams of light.
The image quickly dimmed, and the pain in Lin Yu’s mind faded away.
“What are the gods?”
“Have I really been reborn?”
After more than ten minutes, Lin Yu finally understood his situation.
He had indeed been reborn—after six years in the apocalypse, he had returned.
“Where’s my phone?”
“What time is it now?”
He hurriedly searched around and quickly found his phone in his pocket.
Unlocking the screen,
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