Ressurgimento da Energia Espiritual: Prevendo o Futuro, Começando com a Arte Mística Oito-Nove
【Ressurgimento Espiritual + Decisão Brutal + Previsão do Futuro + Múltiplas Heroínas】Chu Ge acordou de um sonho e descobriu que havia atravessado para um mundo paralelo, com um diário ao lado do travesseiro. "Quem é que escreve diário, sendo uma pessoa séria?" "Meu nome é Chu Ge. Quando você ler estas palavras, eu já estarei morto." "Olá, Chu Ge de dezoito anos, eu sou o Chu Ge de vinte e oito. Daqui a dez dias, o mundo passará por uma grande transformação, dando início ao prelúdio da mudança de todas as coisas. No Oriente, isso é chamado de Ressurgimento Espiritual; no Ocidente, chamam de Descida dos Deuses..." O diário registra muitos acontecimentos futuros. Com base em seu conteúdo, Chu Ge obtém técnicas divinas, tesouros inatos supremos e, passo a passo, caminha rumo ao auge...
Ressurgimento da Energia Espiritual: Prevendo o Futuro, Começando com a Arte Mística Oito-Nove
"I already made him wear it, what more do you want? Last night I really drank too much—who could have expected something like that to happen? My head was filled with thoughts of you, so this isn't betrayal. Darling, I promise you, I’ll never go to a bar with my girlfriends again. Please, just forgive me this once, won’t you? And besides—if we put aside the facts, aren’t you at fault too?"
Unbelievable.
Chu Ge had just returned to his rented apartment when he overheard what could only be described as a top-tier drama, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.
He turned to look.
At the doorway across the hall stood a young man and woman.
The woman’s hair was disheveled, her clothes askew, and her neck was covered in a patchwork of hickeys.
Everything about them spoke of last night’s wildness.
The man was deep in thought, as if debating whether to forgive her.
Chu Ge was stunned.
Brother, you really are something else!
But then, taking in the woman’s figure and beauty—easily an eight out of ten—Chu Ge understood.
She knew his intentions weren’t pure, and he saw through her feigned affection.
With a creak, Chu Ge pushed open his door and entered.
“Woof, woof, woof…” His pet dog, Little Black, scampered over, circling him excitedly.
Chu Ge ignored it, seating himself on the bed.
At that moment, he noticed a diary lying on the bedside table.
But it wasn’t his diary—honestly, who keeps a diary these days?
He picked it up and idly flipped to the first page.
It was de
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