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My Descendants Are My Power

In this wild future dimension, Earth has been totally flipped on its head thanks to some crazy cosmic mutation rays. Psychic and cutting-edge tech have merged, totally reshaping human life. Here, chasing immortality isn't just a pipe dream, and hopping between stars is just another part of the daily grind. But let me tell you, this world is anything but chill—it's packed with complex schemes, intense showdowns, and heart-pounding action. Let's talk about Ethan. He's the black sheep of the Blackwood family, slapped with the shameful title of a F-grade Psychic user. His life was as dull as watching paint dry—until fate decided to throw him a curveball and kickstart a new chapter in his life. Ethan stumbled upon a virtual game where players can raise families with Psychic. At first, creating a virtual family was just a way to kill time, but as the game began to mesh with the real world, it blew the lid off some mind-blowing truths. Ethan and his virtual descendants forged an unbreakable bond. Together, they faced the future, diving headfirst into thrilling adventures that only made them stronger. Years down the line, these virtual descendants had become insanely powerful, and in a wild twist, they popped up in the real world. They tracked down Ethan and hit him with a, “Welcome home, Forebearer!” “...” This wasn't just a game anymore—it had become Ethan's new reality, and he and his virtual offspring were about to shake up the world big time.

Tristan_Zi · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
158 Chs

Chapter 116: Psychic Springs Part 2

Daniel furrowed his brows and simply shook his head. He didn't want to tell George that when Grandpa Pig returned, his spirit was already nearly exhausted. By the time he met George, his spirit was probably at its last moments.

Soon after, Daniel stopped concerning himself with George and the younger generation's grief.

As the head of the family, his responsibility told him that he must maintain enough rationality to handle this matter.

He had a nagging feeling that something was amiss and immediately went to his father and grandparents, who were still calm.

Lucas's eyes were fixed on the ceremonial fire in the tomb, a method of dignified end for Class D entities, otherwise their bodies would be stolen.

He had long been able to suppress the anger in his heart, but his expression was unusually cold. Feeling Daniel's approach, he had only three words to say, "Who did it?"