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Surviving In The Ancient Times With Limitless Supplies

Xu Xiang is a doomsday survivor who survived for forty years. Before she could fulfill her dream of becoming the overlord, she died. Opening her eyes, she returned to the fifteen years before the doomsday began. With the help of her family heirloom the dragon and phoenix ring, she hoards supplies and prepares to welcome the doomsday. Unfortunately, she was betrayed by her own family and died the night before the doomsday begins. With hatred in her heart, she swallowed the dragon and phoenix ring and jumped off the cliff. When she opened her eyes again, she was still alive, but arrived in a world that was plagued by endless wars and constant natural disasters. Although she's lucky enough to get another chance, she's unknowingly drawn into political turmoil where someone may be killed without knowing who the killer is. Can she survive in this ancient world that is more dangerous and full of hidden dangers than her own? Can she find the courage to trust someone else again? After two lifetimes, can she find her own happiness?

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The Ruthless Emperor Ming

Hall of Benevolence, Royal Palace. Capital City, Shang Empire.

Sitting on the throne, Emperor Ming looked at the ministers below. With the war report in his hand, he read the war report with a frown. The more he read it, the deeper his frown became. Those ministers standing under the throne did not dare to look up at him or make a noise. After a long silence, he threw the battle report to the ministers below.

Srak!

The war reports are written on bamboo slips strung together into a bamboo scroll. With this throw, the thin rope tied the bamboo slips together broke, and the bamboo slips were scattered all over the ground. Looking at the bamboo slips scattered on the ground, the ministers and generals immediately fell to their knees.

"Please calm down, Your Majesty!"

Their voices were solemn, but Zhao Jue could sense their indifference. He slammed his hand on the throne chair arm, stood up and pointed at the ministers and generals kneeling below.