The story of the second king
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Ongoing, First published Aug 12, 2024
Mature
Introduction 


A world where strength is the most important thing and money comes later, cultivation is something we have all heard But few of us have done, money is scarce as are the resources to become stronger, the A person's life was worth less than a gold coin if it was common, possibly it was all their wealth in their entire life working as a peasant in the pasture of a nobleman or a bourgeois of low or high birth if you were lucky. 


The nobility and the commoners there was a line that was something that separated everything, the bloodlines were a divine Gift made by the gods. 


The bloodlines of the nobles is the difference. From a worthless stone to a diamond among humans, you may have an absolute advantage despite having the same cultivation level or being able to rival people of a higher cultivation.


This is the story of a bastard child who craved his unbreakable desire with the blood of everything that wants to stop him from reaching the top.
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Samantha Rivera y María Victoria Arellano. No tenían muchas cosas en común, sus edades eran distintas, sus maneras de caminar no coincidían y mucho menos la estatura. Nunca pensaban igual, tenían ideas muy diferentes y actitudes contrarias. María Victoria era dueña de si misma, Samantha era una chica insegura. Sus manos parecían ser hechas como piezas exactas para encajar una con otra, con los dedos entrelazados y mirando a la misma dirección. Samantha era su pequeña. Está historia no me pertenece, todos los derechos a su autor original.