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Douluo: Bone Dragon Undead Calamity

When Electrolux became the old man trapped inside a ring. When Gu Feng transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, becoming the grandson of the Bone Douluo from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and awakening the Bone Dragon Martial Soul. The Bone Douluo originally planned for Gu Feng to follow his own defensive path, relying on the Bone Dragon’s unpredictable and ever-changing spatial attribute to fight. But Gu Feng decisively refused, even going so far as to have a falling out with his own grandfather. The Bone Dragon belongs to the Undead attribute; spatial power is only a secondary trait. What kind of mastery is specializing in space? Years later, when Gu Rong met Gu Feng again, he was shocked to find that his grandson had somehow risen to the very top of the continent, becoming an existence even he could only look up to. …… My name is Ye Lingling. Everyone knows the Ye family’s healers are compassionate doctors who dedicate their lives to saving others—but who truly knows the hardships behind our legacy? Recently, I met someone very interesting. He told me, “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in the Heavenly Dou Empire.” He also said, “There are stars in your eyes…” Hehe, no matter what, I’ll help you! …… Gu Rong: “Hahaha, no wonder he’s my grandson. My grandson Gu Feng truly has the potential to become a god!” Tang San: “Damn it, you damned Gu Feng! With such a thick death aura around you, you must be a fallen soul master, right?” Silver Dragon King: “Clearly the lowest existence among the Dragon Clan, yet why does that aura surpass even the Dragon God?” [Electrolux as the Teacher] [Life is Fragile, the Undead Ascend!] Tags: Douluo, Transmigration, Genius Protagonist, Invincible, Decisive Battle, Lighthearted, Fanfiction, Spin-off, Mature
TLGod · 16.2k Views

Conquerer of Carrion

Once, all he desired was to be acknowledged by his village— To hear his name spoken with pride, not pity. To be praised by his family for more than being quiet and obedient. To be distinguished amongst his siblings, to stand apart in a way that mattered. To be seen by his parents, truly seen—not as an obligation, but as a son worthy of love. Karon was a boy of small ambitions and deep wounds. He did not dream of thrones or glory, only of warmth. Of laughter at a dinner table. Of a father’s nod. Of a mother’s arms. Of belonging. But none of it came. They called his older brother a warrior, his younger sister a prodigy. Karon, they did not call at all. Now, the village is ash. His siblings lie scattered across the broken world, devoured by beasts or conscripted into distant wars. His parents, faces once so distant and unreachable, are now nothing but bones beneath a fallen roof. And Karon—Karon is alone. Not just in body, but in purpose. There is no one left to see him. No dream left to chase. No story left to shape. Once he hungered for recognition. Now, he hungers only for survival. In this world of rotting kingdoms and endless war, where monsters wear both fur and armor, Karon’s name has no meaning. No place. He scavenges ruins, sleeps in hollow trees, and counts the days by the sound of distant screams. His fingers are cracked from clawing through graves for food. His shadow grows long and sharp. His eyes reflect less of the boy he was, and more of the thing he’s becoming. He does not know where he is going. He only knows that something inside him still lives— A hunger deeper than starvation. A hollow that no meat can fill. Not anymore. Perhaps one day, they will speak of Karon again. Not as a son. Not as a brother. But as a creature that walks through the ruins, feeding on what remains of hope.
Palelord · 483 Views