Mr. Rong’s Lovelorn Diary - Chapter 63: You were married?

Adam Quinn, a 26-year-old US Army ranger, was on his way back from his sixth tour of combat when his plane was ripped apart in a violent storm. Waking up in a new, strange world with a system call the conqueror system.Will Adam choose the path of war or the path of diplomacy?

I was nothing. A lowly omega, destined to live in the shadows of stronger wolves. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, the moon had other plans for me. My mate was an Alpha’s son. The problem? He wasn’t the only one. The Blackwood triplets—Kael, Ronan, and Darian—each bore the same mark that bound them to me.To be Luna, I would have to survive the chaos of three powerful mates, a jealous rival who wanted my place, and a secret buried deep in my bloodline.Because being chosen by the moon was never a gift. It was a curse.

Sullo was transmigrated to a world of High Gods. The people living in the world could light the God flame by condensing their believers’ faith to expand their god realm, forming their own religion to become a high god.

The god realm could be grown indefinitely by having more followers and absorbing their faith. A follower’s strength were closely tied to the gods they followed as well. However, unlike other gods, Sullo had a unique thousand-fold amplification system that made everything grow at a thousand times of their original speed.

A normal tree spirit had evolved into a World Tree that would expand his divine domain.

A normal water snake had evolved into an ouroboros that would protect his divine domain.

A normal behemoth had evolved into a golden behemoth that would lead the attack on other domains.A normal angel had evolved into a 12-winged archangel that would gladly sacrifice for their god.

A normal elf had evolved into an elf queen that could heal anything…

Years later, as the other gods were still waging wars to gain control of the gnomes and dwarves, Sullo’s followers were already as powerful as other gods.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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