The Game of Life - Chapter 836 - 835 Another Brave Man Shed Tears

When others pass through, they are either all-powerful or proud of their lives, but when it was her turn, Jiang Liuer turned into a calamity.

The declining family, the unassuming father, the nerdy sister, and the black-bellied boy who popped out of nowhere… all of them are her calamity.

Jiang Liu did not hesitate, twisted Jie into a fortune with his chubby hands, and lived happily ever after.

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Full NTR*[Warning: This story is strictly 18+ and contains extreme NTR, explicit sex, mind-breaking corruption, and brutal violence. It is not for the faint of heart or those seeking a heroic journey. This is a tale of domination, destruction, and absolute fear. Only mature audiences who can handle dark, merciless storytelling should proceed. Read at your own risk.]***This story is a dark and ruthless descent into a world where power, manipulation, and betrayal reign supreme. A tale of absolute dominance, it follows a cunning and brutal protagonist who uses seduction, deception, and raw strength to corrupt, control, and destroy. No one is safe—wives, saintesses, and proud heroines fall, their purity tainted, their loyalty shattered. Betrayal is inevitable, and those who stand in the way meet gruesome, indescribable ends.**Brutal violence as Jin leaves a trail of broken heroes, shattered empires, and subjugated goddesses in his wake.

Rhian Locke only wanted strength.To face the monster that slaughtered his parents while he watched, helpless.“I never asked to be your savior. So why should I care?”All he hoped for was to reach a decent rank, hunt that beast down, maybe become a monster hunter, and retire in peace.“I’m not a slave to the gods. I don’t exist to do their bidding.”But the world had made its decision long before he was born.“Patterns are meant to be broken.”------“Boy, I’ve bathed in the blood of your kind. I’ve crushed those stronger than you.”Lightning cracked across the sky. A hammer flew to the hand of a god.“I won’t let a deceiver’s spawn and a whore’s bastard son, stand before me and declare my end.”Rhian stepped forward, blood trailing from his mouth, eyes locked.“I’m not here to declare your end,” he said coldly. “I’m here to fulfill it.”....

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.