Shen Wu Zong
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A Hero
Modern Fourteen years ago, Ye Wentian came to a mysterious mountain village: There was a blind man in the village who had X-ray! There was a deaf man who could hear everything! There was a crippled man who could move very fast! There was a country doctor who had a unique medical skill! There is a widow who specializes in charming! There's a scientific researcher who specializes in ghost control, fortune telling and feng shui! All the dogs in the village understand human language! The street sweeper gave him an Imperial Order that was enough to shake the whole of Great Yan. ...... ............ As for the village chief, Ye Wentian didn't know what he knew, only that the villagers treated him respectfully and never dared to speak loudly. Fourteen years later, Ye Wentian gathered strengths of all the villagers, became the pride of the whole village, and returned to the city with the Imperial Decree! Revenge for revenge! I'm all-powerful, you can do whatever you want! What? You're a tough guy too? Then I can only - attack with the whole village!!!! He passed through all the flowers, and all the pieces are stained. When he looks back again, the beautiful women are all over the place. You might like
Midas Protocol: Seducing My Rival's Wife
Breenda I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers.
Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his.
"Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage.
I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions.
I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me?
Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed.