The Reversal System: Only for the Elite at the Mahayana Stage - Chapter 67 – The usefulness of a store

He once drank a hundred poems on top of tall buildings

He also took the rank of general among the armies

This is a story that makes the entertainment industry beautiful (not) good in the entertainment industry

ps: Gentlemen are different from each other. If you don’t like it, don’t spray it.

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What kind of experience is it to be a true spiritual genius, transmigrating to become the ‘king’ of the Immortal Demon Great Qin?

Qualification is supreme, and any technique can be mastered quickly. The so-called barrier of practice cannot hinder his breakthrough at all!

Or add luck and become the real master of the plane.

Is it to gather the copper of Kyushu, cast twelve bronze figures, hold the souls of millions of Qin warriors, swept across Liuhe, and conquered the world, or the three worlds of warriors?

Rare birds and beasts, a world where demons are rampant, a combination of local myths and legends.

PS: It is not a hegemony text of the war system, the first choice for the extreme genius stream

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She was the head of a powerful, medicine-orientated aristocratic family.

Crossing through a millennium, she ended up in the body of the General Household’s “trash” young miss, whose engagement with the Crown Prince was just broken as she suffered under everybody’s taunts!

In the drafting feast, she was re-engaged by the Emperor to marry the famous disabled prince!

Everybody laughed, a blind trash with a disabled wastrel. What a perfect match!

However, they didn’t know that in her hand, she grasped the long-lost primordial pill recipes! Her practice in medicine had reached the apex! Her contracted beasts were unique in the world!

What was the most frightening, was the disabled prince she was engaged to…….

A black-belly full of dirty tricks, with a heaven-opposing cultivation physique, he defeats all geniuses!

In his wheelchair during the day, yet entangling her in bed as he trained his waist muscles… MF! Is he really crippled!?

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.