Frostbound [LitRPG Apocalypse] - Chapter 217 - The City of Frostheim

Within the red tent, under the passionate eyes of the man on top, she was forced to make love and three thousand black strands turned to white.

People got a planet in the beginning and what to do with it was up to them.Wang Yi, a young man in the 21st century, coincidentally transmigrated into a world where everyone had the opportunity to awaken a planet.The larger the diameter of the planet, the more advanced the energy transformed, and the more powerful the civilization created.Some people obtained the planet's energy as “ Martial True Qi” and used the creation sandbox to create a martial civilization, and the people on the planet were all martial artists.Some people get the planet's energy as “Immortal True Energy” and use the creation sandbox to create an immortal civilization, and the people on the planet were all cultivators!Some people obtained the energy of the planet as “Fighting Qi”, and used the creation sandbox to create the civilization of Fighting Qi, and people on the planet are all fighters!Some people obtained the energy of the planet as “Soul Power”, and used the creation sandbox to create the Soul Path Civilization, and the people on the planet were all Soul Masters!...Everyone was struggling to evolve a magical civilization system.Wang Yi, however, used his past life memories to start evolving an “Primordial” civilization!“Your world-extinguishing laser cannon is powerful, but I have the son of the Great Dao, Pan Gu! One axe will reduce your world to naught!”“Your thousands of angels are powerful, but I have three thousand Chaos Demon Gods to beat you in a minute!”“Your army of darkness is awesome, but I have the Buddha's Paramount Sage, who will defeat you in a minute!”“...”This was a story of how the Primordial civilization crushed various transcendent civilizations.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.

Regressor, Reincarnator, Possessor, Traveler, or Predestined. I will hunt down the protagonists that exist in the countless worlds and absorb their abilities.

Here lies the protagonist.

The continent’s hope.
The hero who will save the world.
The hero who currently has a hole through his chest!

With the Spirit of Earth, freed the Dwarfs and gained their trust.
Purified the contaminated Forest of Spirits and became the Fairies’ benefactor.
Resealed the Ancient Stone statues found in one of the ruins.
Exterminated the giant sea serpent that emerged from the sea.
Defeated the 47th Demon Lord of the underworld…

“Aside from assaults and murders there were other death related incidents as well as vandalism, arson, and etc…”

“S-spare me…”

Psh!

This was the protagonist.
But now he has died by my hands.