It was through a series of unfortunate events that Rhys was forced to go on an otherworldly raid to gather and appraise treasures. It was then that his whole life turned around, that the system turned on, and he was reborn as a ghost.

Rhys was prepared to live a poor but happy life with his grandfather in District 20, until he got the opportunity to go on a raid and have his grandfather's debt wiped clean. He thought this one raid would be the end to all his problems, but it was only the beginning. 

Rhys absorbed the core as a last-ditch attempt to save his life, only to wake up hours later in a hospital with abilities and a strange System showing him his statistics. Wanting to grow stronger, Rhys enrolls into the military academy, where he learns just how terrifying his ability is.

(Rated R18+: Strong Course Language, Sex Scenes, Action, Horror Themes & Supernatural Themes)

(Disclaimer I know Ghost Rider isn't in RWBY. But that's why its called a fan-fiction, so we could see what would happen if the Ghost Rider was in the series.)

This is the story of Robbie Reys the ghost rider. Okay let's make this simple for you all, Robbie makes a deal with the Johnny Blaze to save Ruby his foster sister and he agreed to become the next Rider, but luckily Johnny took him under his wing and trained him to be a better Ghost Rider then he never could be.

(Rated R18+: Strong Course Language, Sex Scenes, Action, Horror Themes & Supernatural Themes)

(Disclaimer I know Ghost Rider isn't in RWBY. But that's why its called a fan-fiction, so we could see what would happen if the Ghost Rider was in the series.)

This is the story of Robbie Blaze the ghost rider. Okay let's make this simple for you all, Robbie is the son of the previous Ghost Rider Johnny Blaze. Robbies father goes missing after protecting him at a young age after Blackheart tried to get his hands on him while he was still little. But Robbies mother Mia brought him to one of her most trusted friends Summer, Tia & Qrow. All three had to take up the burden of taking care of him. Years later Robbie is 8 years old and starts to learn how to use his Semblance which is fire, but along the lines he learns that fire isn't his real power. That it's just a fragment to his power, the power and curse of the Ghost Rider.

Has anyone ever heard of a ghost who is afraid of scary things? Darkness, horror movies, GHOSTS, etc? One who also LOVES to eat sweets? Yes, that's right, ghosts can eat. Logic doesn't belong in this series! Join us, reader, as we explore the wonderful life of a charismatic and misunderstood young ghost and her various quirky adventures! Don't have a fright, ghoulish delights will guide you through the night!

Please check out ghostmaya's original Webtoon! Paraphrased from the creator of the Webtoon herself and woven into an elaborate reinterpretation of her own developing series Oh My Ghost, this project is the brainchild of an idea and the pen that first transferred it to the paper.

In which a guy nervously fucks Sadako (The ghost from The Ring series) .

"What? The Crimson Star Sect is aiming at the series of three big Mountain Ranges and wants to eradicate the Dafang Sect?"
The various large ancient martial art practitioner sects in the series of three big Mountain Ranges all received the news at the same time. The Dafang Sect held the top position in the series of three big Mountain Ranges. The Crimson Star Sect's desire to eradicate the Dafang Sect was bound to have a huge impact on the ancient martial art practitioner system in the series of three big Mountain Ranges.
"How did the Dafang Sect offend the Crimson Star Sect? Is this news real?"
In the Yanxia Sect, Granny Hong Yan had a look of astonishment on her face. In the martial art circle, although conflict had never ceased, this sort of martial art circle announcement to eradicate a sect had not appeared for more than a decade.
"This is the order of the Crimson Star Sect old sect leader. It is 100% accurate. Rumor has it that the Crimson Star Huo Elder came out of seclusion earlier because of this matter," the Yanxia Sect sect leader Yan Qiuyun said. After repeatedly cross-checking her sources, she had finally been able to confirm that it was a martial art circle announcement sent out by the Crimson Star Sect.
"However, the Crimson Star Sect's main target doesn't seem to be the Dafang Sect itself, but rather its sect leader Mo Wen. As long as Mo Wen heads to the Crimson Star Sect and dies as an apology, the Dafang Sect can be preserved." Yan Qiuyun's expression was strange. What exactly had Mo Wen done to the Crimson Star Sect for them to ignore the possible consequences?
"Sending out such a martial art circle announcement is not an easy thing. Its effect on the Crimson Star Sect is significant. How exactly did the Dafang Sect offend the Crimson Star Sect to cause them to be so enraged?" Ruan Feixia asked, puzzled.
An eradication announcement could not be simply sent out. Even though the Crimson Star Sect was ranked fourth among the Ten Great Sects, such overbearing and arrogant behavior would certainly affect the Crimson Star Sect greatly.
Moreover, the Crimson Star Sect was not the strongest sect in the martial art circle.
"You all underestimate the Crimson Star Huo Elder too much. He certainly would not send out an eradication announcement with such fanfare just for Dafang Sect and Mo Wen. There is most likely some other agenda at play. If my suspicions are correct, they are most likely trying to kill two birds with one stone. This plan is a diversion."
Granny Hong Yan narrowed her eyes slightly. Although she was not as old as Huo Qize, she was of the same generation and understood his personality. Unless the Dafang Sect had truly committed an unforgivable sin, it was almost impossible for Huo Qize to openly send out an eradication announcement. After all, this concerned the public opinion of the martial art circle. Even if he wanted to eradicate the Dafang Sect, he would have done so in secret and not with such fanfare.
"Granny, you mean to say that the Crimson Star Sect wants to establish their dominance?" Yan Qiuyun's eyes flashed as she suddenly realized something. By sending out an eradication announcement with such fanfare, they could eradicate the Dafang Sect and also establish their dominance over others. Was this the Crimson Star Sect's plan to kill two birds with one stone?
"That's right. Usually, Huo Qize would definitely not do anything like this. Seeing that the Martial Arts Circle Convention is approaching, various sects are making preparations and warming-up, hoping to amaze the world during the event and reap great benefits. Right now, the Crimson Star Sect plans to eradicate the Dafang Sect and also let the whole world know about it to establish their dominance. That way, they can reduce their competitors during the Martial Arts Circle Convention," Granny Hong Yan said with a cold smile. Huo Qize, this old fellow, was sly and crafty. Everything he did had a goal in mind.
"So that's what it is." Yan Qiuyun nodded her head. As the Yanxia Sect's sect leader, she had already experienced several Martial Arts Circle Conventions. She deeply understood how fierce the competition during the event could get. Although for the past few years, the Yanxia Sect was just an observer and could not participate in the real competition, the atmosphere was something that anyone could feel.
Every Martial Arts Circle Convention had many changes. Even the Crimson Star Sect that was ranked fourth could not guarantee that they would be ranked among the Ten Great Sects every time. Dark horses frequently appeared during the Martial Arts Circle Conventions.
Before this, she had not understood why this was the case. But right now, she understood slightly.
"Granny, the Crimson Star Sect wants to eradicate the Dafang Sect. What will our Yanxia Sect do?"
The series of three big Mountain Ranges had a self-defense agreement. When there were invaders, all the ancient martial art practitioner sects in the Mountain Ranges had to unite to face them. According to the agreement, if the Crimson Star Sect wanted to deal with the Dafang Sect, the Yanxia Sect could not disregard it. The Crimson Star Sect's announcement that it wanted to eradicate the Dafang Sect was equal to it making enemies of the entire series of three big Mountain Ranges.
"Wait and see. The powers behind the Crimson Star Sect are not as straightforward as you imagine. If the Crimson Star Sect must eradicate the Dafang Sect, our Yanxia Sect will not have any choice. Even if we have the support of 'them', 'they' will most likely not interfere in such matters."
Granny Hong Yan sighed softly. The series of three big Mountain Ranges had an agreement to advance and retreat together. It had been kept for centuries. But right now, against the threat of the Crimson Star Sect, they were also helpless to do anything, especially at this hour.
If it were any ordinary time, they might have possibly evaded the danger. This could well have been the case if the series of three big Mountain Ranges took a bet and united, together with the interference of the Huatian Palace, But the Martial Arts Circle Convention was approaching. Knowing the background of the Crimson Star Sect, Granny Hong Yan understood what it meant. 
"If we disregard them and abandon the agreement, in the future, won't our Yanxia Sect bear infamy?" Ruan Feixia's expression was ugly. She had grown up in the series of three big Mountain Ranges and had deep feelings for it. At the same time, she also knew how important and grave the agreement was for the series of three big Mountain Ranges. Abandoning the agreement meant turning their backs on the series of three big Mountain Ranges.
"It's not that we don't want to save them, but we don't have the means to do so. Feixia, you are still young. Many things in the martial art circle are beyond our control." Granny Hong Yan shook her head. Leaning against her cane, she got up. This matter clearly had no room for discussion.
"Master, since we also have people supporting us from behind the scenes, we do not need to fear the Crimson Star Sect. So why would we abandon the agreement rather than save the Dafang Sect?" Ruan Feixia asked, puzzled. If the Dafang Sect was eradicated under such circumstances, then in the future, most likely everyone in the series of three big Mountain Ranges would feel insecure. Some other sects would then believe that they were pushovers and were not united, coming over to reap the benefits.
"Just because we have people supporting us behind the scenes doesn't mean we have the ability to do go to their aid. In a battle amongst gods, do mortals have a say?"
Yan Qiuyun sighed softly and then turned and left. She clearly knew that the people supporting their Yanxia Sect only did so for the upcoming Martial Arts Circle Convention. They certainly would not support the Yanxia Sect in other matters.
.....
The Ghost Physicians Hu Clan was also in a state of panic. They had already sworn allegiance to the Dafang Sect. If the Dafang Sect was eradicated, it would not bode well for them.
"The Crimson Star Sect has sent out an eradication announcement. It has spread to the entire martial art circle. How did this happen?"
"What exactly did the Dafang Sect do? Why does the Crimson Star Sect threaten to eradicate the entire Dafang Sect?"
"This matter is most likely related to Sect Leader Mo Wen. The Crimson Star Sect has already requested that he head over and die as an apology. I wonder what the sect leader will do?"
"What's all this racket about? A dignified large clan panicking in such a manner! What is this? Is our Ghost Physicians Hu Clan unable to deal with crisis despite its centuries-old heritage?" A cold voice sounded in the hall. The noisy discussions came to an abrupt end.
"The Crimson Star Sect has gone too far. It is not the fault of the Dafang Sect and is not the fault of the sect leader. If we cannot stand it, we don't have to. We strive for vindication. If the Crimson Star Sect insults us to such an extent, what's wrong with fighting them to the bloody end?"
These words were spoken by Hu Tianfeng, who had just returned to the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan. After the incident at the hospital, he knew that the matter would not end well. That was why he had immediately returned to the clan.
"Old ancestor, the Crimson Star Sect is a powerful existence ranked fourth among the Ten Great Sects. Our Ghost Physicians Hu Clan, even with the Dafang Sect, is far from being a match for the Crimson Star Sect. To fight the Crimson Star Sect to the bloody end will see us court defeat by fighting against overwhelming odds. Won't we be seeking our own deaths?" a steward of the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan said, trembling with fear. 
Very few people did not know about the prestige of the Crimson Star Sect. They were not only prestigious in the series of three big Mountain Ranges. In the entire martial art circle, their fame was awe-inspiring.
"What about it? If we are no match for them, are we supposed to let them insult us as they please?" Hu Tianfeng coldly glanced at the steward.
The steward was so scared that he turned pale. He hurriedly lowered his head and said, "That is not what I meant. I am worried about the future of our Hu Clan."
"The future is not in our hands, but the hands of the younger generation of the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan. Hu Qiongqi, fall out." Hu Tianfeng coldly cast a glance at the crowd in the hall. Finally, his gaze settled on Hu Qiongqi.
"Grandfather." Hu Qiongqi walked out and slightly lowered his head. He did not know what his grandfather wanted him to do.
"Bring along all the young adults of the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan and immediately leave with the elderly, women and children. Hide away in the bases deep within the mountains that our Hu Clan has been building these past few years. If the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan is eradicated, the Hu Clan will isolate themselves for fifty years, no longer showing ourselves in the world," Hu Tianfeng said coldly. He had already found his determination to fight to the bloody end. Of course, he had to consider the future of the clan. He had to leave behind some successors to one day rise again.
"Grandfather!" Hu Qiongqi's eyes were teary and he was choking up. He had not thought that the issue was so severe.
The expressions of everyone in the hall changed drastically. They all suddenly fell silent.
"Just do what I ask you to do quickly. Stop spouting nonsense here. Within one day, you must evacuate completely from here." Hu Tianfeng coldly snorted.
"Grandfather, it is not in my nature to run away. I want to die alongside the rest of the clan." Hu Qiongqi stood motionless on his original spot. He had no intention of moving.
"Presumptuous!" Hu Tianfeng sent him flying with a slap, knocking him unconscious there and then. Right now, Hu Tianfeng was in no mood to deal with Hu Qiongqi's nonsense.
"Hu Guiyuan, step out. You are the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan's clan leader. In the future, the Hu Clan is up to you. Take this b*st*rd away. You will handle the evacuation."
Hu Tianfeng waved his hand, and the unconscious Hu Qiongqi flew into Hu Guiyuan's arms.
"Father, I understand." Hu Guiyuan took a deep breath. He then turned and walked out of the hall, arranging the members to evacuate. He clearly understood his father's personality. Right now, he absolutely could not go against his father's decision.
"All of you do not need to feel too pressured. I am just preparing for the worst-case scenario. The Dafang Sect is no pushover. The sect leader has already broken through to the Golden Elixir Realm. With the sect leader's talents, he won't necessarily be afraid of the Crimson Star Sect," Hu Tianfeng said as he swept a glance at the hall which was in low spirits. His tone became slightly more relaxed.
"What? The sect leader has already broken through to the Golden Elixir Realm?"
"Good heavens, the Golden Elixir Realm. What sort of cultivation is it? I never even imagined it in my dreams."
"That's wonderful! Wasn't the Crimson Star Sect relying on that Golden Elixir Realm old thing? Right now, our Dafang Sect also has such a strong practitioner."
…


In his past lifetime, he was an exceptional prodigy who practiced both medicine and martial arts. In this lifetime, on earth, he used his superb medical expertise and extreme martial arts achievements from his past lifetime to excel in the medical field and the ancient martial arts world. He moved his way towards the pinnacle!

A fine youngster, who had been frequently looked down upon due to his poverty, had gone through the cold and warmth of this world to lament laughingly that life was merely so. However, he accidentally awakened the memory of his past lifetime. Since then, for three incarnations, he enjoyed prosperity.






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He seemed nervous getting into the car, fumbling with the keys as he searched for the ignition. He quickly reversed out of the driveway, paying almost no mind to what could have been behind him. The radio was set to an AM talk show, which he didn't bother to change. He drove carelessly, but at least he followed the directions.

"One missing teen found dead" - a monotone radio host segues into a discussion about the state of crime in the city. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and begins to rock his body back and forth nervously. The darkness now getting thick as he drives into the countryside. He continually glances up at his rear view mirror hoping he doesn't see her again.

The sound of pebbles and gravel knocking off the underside of the car is now completely drowning out the radio. He's getting close. He begins to hum to himself in an effort to drown out his fear. Up ahead he sees the tombstone; It's not far now.

He pulls into the driveway and shuts the engine off. He sits awhile, perhaps to try and work up the courage to get out of the car. He repeatedly mumbles to himself "we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked." The clicking of the car's engine cooling down reminding him of how quiet and alone he was out there.

He reached for the hammer he had lying on the front seat. He gets out of the car and cautiously walks up the driveway, still mumbling to himself. The car's headlights are cutting a path through the blackness to the tool shed out front; the silhouette of the large farmhouse looming in the back.

He reaches the door, and sure enough it's locked; a mumbled scream can be heard from inside. "Julie!", he yells, frantically trying to smash the door's handle with his hammer. I take this opportunity to sit up from under the backseat where I had been lying. I stretch my arms a little before exiting the car. The drive was long and uncomfortable.

He continues to bang on the door and the lock, so focused that he doesn't notice me get out of the car. I walk around the headlights and take my time. It's a beautiful night. He succeeds in opening the door. There she is, bound and gagged, just like I left her. I'm surprised the bitch was still alive.

He untied the gag on her mouth. "Aaron!", she forced out with what little energy she had left. It was a beautiful reunion. I shoved my knife deep into the back of his neck. He gargled and struggled for a bit, but that didn't last long. Julie, now covered in her brother's blood, began to convulse and push out a sorry excuse for a scream. I grabbed a rusty saw hanging from one of the shelves. This will do. I began to saw through Aaron's neck, making it about halfway in. It's no use, the saw was far too dull. It didn't help that he was shaking the whole time. I decided to leave him in there with her. I didn't put her gag back on either. I figure she hasn't eaten in a while.

I got back in the car and headed home. I shut the stereo off. I fucking hate talk radio.

-TC

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(due to main story being shorter than 800 heres a filler story)User 69dickbutt69 is standing in my yard with a flamethrower




For the past few months, I've been writing horror stories for an online community called InsomniAxe. It's been the time of my life, really, up until this morning. Now I wish I never found the place.

There are so many incredible writers on there, just constantly putting out amazing stories. I never thought that anybody would pay attention to my stories, when there were all these other awesome ones out there. But I started to post anyway, because I liked writing, and thought it was amazing when even 5 or 10 people read my stories and liked them too. Then the 5-10 slowly grew to 50-100, then to 500-1000, and all of a sudden, I had a following of sorts.

The readers at InsomniAxe are amazing. The comments on my stories are often better than the story itself, and it's always awesome to open up a private message from someone telling me that they enjoy my stuff.

User 69dickbutt69 was the first to comment on one of my stories. The story was about a guy who keeps getting his fingers cut off, and can't figure out who's doing it. At the same time, there's a new hot dog stand that opens up down the street that sells little mini-hot dogs that are crunchy on one end. The guy ends up eating all of his own fingers on a bun.

"good shit," wrote dickbutt (as I've come to know him.) My heart swelled when I read that. Somebody thought that my shit was good! I clicked the like button next to the comment. I wanted to reply by thanking dickbutt, but InsomniAxe is sort of a role-playing thing where everyone's got to stay in character in the comments. So I messaged him instead.

"Thank you so much for the comment," I wrote. "I'm so glad you enjoyed my story :)"

dickbutt responded in half a second: "no prob dude keep writing that good shit. lots of bad shit here these days"

That also made me smile.

My next story was about a toilet monster. This one got a few different comments, including another one from dickbutt: "oh shit now im afraid to shit lol. love this!" As soon as I read that, a notification popped up on my phone:

69dickbutt69 is following you now.

I couldn't believe it. I had a follower! Somebody liked my stories so much that they actually wanted to be notified when one of them came out.

I kept banging out the stories, and one by one, I got more followers. But dickbutt was always there, commenting on every single post. For the most part, the comments were about how great the story was, but as I wrote more and started to try out new things, dickbutt's comments would sometimes grow lukewarm.

On one story, about a space expedition that ends up going back in time to kill off the dinosaurs, dickbutt remarked: "meh not your best. you can do better." Honestly, I kind of agreed with him. It wasn't my best, but I was still glad I wrote it because it was something new for me.

The real problem started when I posted my most successful story to date. "A ghost has been stealing my toothbrush every night and now I know why," it was called. It turns out that the ghost was actually the narrator's dead mother and was stealing his toothbrush to get him out of the house to get a new one just when a meteor was due to come down and smash the house to flaming pieces. It was my first attempt at a heart-warming story, rather than my usual shit-monsters killing everyone. And it was a runaway hit.

The comments and messages started flooding in immediately. "This is so sweet and sad," wrote dognabbit666.

"Awwww…. reminds me of my own mom," wrote Lilting_Lilly_of_Death.

UpAndDownAndAllAround sent a private message: "Your latest story is incredible. You have a real talent. Please never stop writing."

Then I got the notification: 69dickbutt69 has commented on your story. I clicked it right away. I couldn't wait to see what my original follower thought of the story.

"this really sucks. what happened????"

I'll admit that stung, but only for a minute. The positive comments kept pouring in.

"Please please please write a follow-up to this"

"Sequel?"

"NEED MORE!"

"whens the next part coming out?!"

"Would love to hear more about you and your ghost mom. Please update when you can."

Honestly, I got a little dizzy. By then, I was used to some amount of attention, but this story was getting thousands and thousands of likes. "This needs to be a movie, like yesterday," wrote I_Will_Kill_You_Twice.

The next day, I decided to write out a sequel. "People keep trying to run me over, but my ghost mom keeps saving me (and doing my laundry.)" This one blew up even harder than the other one. People were going back and reading the first part.

"Greatest story I've ever read here," wrote FuzzyGuts.

I sat back and watched the reactions roll in. Was the story really that good? Or was this some kind of weird fluke? Then I got the notification. dickbutt had something to say about it.

"fuck! u turned this dogshit into a series???"

30 seconds later, I got the message in my inbox. "you fucking sellout! writing that heartwarming bullshit! what happened to crunchy hot dogs and toilet monsters dude?! thats why I read your shit. keep up this shit and imma have to unfollow your ass."

But 69dickbutt69 didn't unfollow me, even after I posted the third part to my series: "My ghost mom got a ghost boyfriend and together they protect me." That one ended up being the all-time most popular story on InsomniAxe. And dickbutt didn't like it one bit.

"ghost mom sucked my dick part 315. how long is this miserable shit gonna go on before you finally write something good?" That's what he commented on the post itself, but it wasn't the end of it. The private message followed right behind.

"dude I went back and reread all of your stories. your such a great writer but you betrayed me."

I thought that was a bit over-the-top, but I replied anyway. "Hey man, sorry you didn't like this one! Not everyone will like every story. I like to try new things, so I figure some of it will probably suck. But thanks as always for reading!"

"you did it for the fame you fucking whore. your story got popular and you couldn't get enough. but those people don't know you like I know you."

I felt like he was close to crossing a line here, if he hadn't already crossed it. I considered ignoring him, but figured I owed him another response, since he was my original fan:

"Again, I like to switch it up, so if you don't like this one, don't worry, I'll probably do something like the toilet monster again soon, haha."

"so the series is over?"

"Nah man, I'll probably do a couple more parts. It's got a lot of momentum!"

"it should have never even been a fucking series. did you even mean it to be a fucking series?! or did you just see all the teenage girls swooning and so you pulled part 2 (which is even worse than part 1) out of your ass? and now you're telling me there's more horseshit parts coming?!"

I decided not to respond to that one. dickbutt seemed worked up to a genuine rage, and I didn't want to exacerbate the situation. But after about 10 minutes, I got another message from him:

"well?"

Then another five minutes later:

"nathaniel?"

What the fuck?! I thought. How does he know my name?!

"nathaniel, i want you to listen to me. there is going to be 1 more part in your series. i want a toilet monster to eat ghost mom. do that and were good."

I wish I'd just done it like he asked.

*

Two weeks and 4,000 new followers later, I was just waking up when I got an alert on my phone. New message from 69dickbutt69.

I sighed. I thought I was done with that guy. He had finally stopped messaging me after part 9 of my ghost mom series.

I clicked on the notification and read the message:

"gave you a chance dude. ive been reading you know. part 13… a fucking angel comes down and brings ghost grandma back. are you fucking kidding me? thats not horror. thats fucking disney channel shit. and it wasnt even supposed to be a series! you didnt tag it as a series did you? so then don't make it a series. write something good. now. write something good like the one you did where the one guy drinks a cup of soup out of the skull of his twin brother. do it now or ill torch your daughter. dont believe me? look out your fucking window."

I blinked hard at my phone and shook my head. "Amy?" I called out. "Amy? Are you awake kiddo?" No answer. I walked down to her room and looked in. Nobody there. Then I opened the curtain and looked out.

There, on the back lawn, was a man holding the metallic cylinder of what looked like a flame thrower to my daughter's head. When he saw me looking out, he held up his phone and waved it around. I looked down at my own. New message from 69dickbutt69:

"one whiff of the cops and ill send little amy up in flames. now write that fucking story and it better be good."

*

I'm typing this up not so much because I think it will do any good, but because I want to make it look like I'm doing something.

Fuck.

I have the worst writer's block of my life. I've been in the ghost mom zone for so long, I don't know if I can just switch gears like that.

What the fuck am I going to do? A rubber ducky that bites somebody's dick off? Oh god, no, that's horrible. Anyway, where would I even start with that one?

A man that gets squid tentacles grafted on? Oh shit, isn't that just that comic book? Maybe dickbutt won't notice? No, no… can't take that chance. Not with Amy's life on the life. It's got to be original. And it's got to be good.

How about a man that gives birth to a stork? Is that good? Oh God.

I am such a hack.



"Masuwerte ako at sinasabi sa kontrata ko na puwede ko munang baliwalain ang contribution rank restriction" Naramdaman ni Luo Feng ang mabilis na pagtibok ng kaniyang puso. 100 million Chinese dollars ito! Gamit ang perang ito ay madali niyang mabibili ang mga villa na pagaari ni Zhang Hao Bai.
Bukod pa riyan ang mahirap na pinanggalingan niya at ng kaniyang pamilya. Hindi niya maimagine ang naramdaman niya noong ipambayad niya ang buong 100 million para lang sa isang bagay!
"Mabuti na lang at hindi ko pera ito" ngiti ni Luo Feng.
Ngayong tapos na siyang bumili ng mga scroll. Ang sunod naman niyang bibilhin ay mga sandata, battle uniform, etc.
"Mayroon akong 20 million pambili sa mga ito. Pero susubukan kong tipirin ito hangga't maaari" binuksan ni Luo Feng ang listahan ng mga sandata at mabilis niyang nakita ang 2nd series 'Ghost Blade'.
Ghost blade 2nd series, Model A1--Price: 100 thousand Chinese dollars (full price), 50 thousand Chinese dollars (half price requirement: 1 star contribution rank)
Ghost blade 2nd series, Model A2--Price: 500 thousand Chinese dollars (full price), 250 thousand Chinese dollars (half price requirement: 1 star contribution rank)
...
...2nd series, Model A5--Price: 6 million Chinese dollars (full price), 3 million Chinese dollars (half price requirement: 1 star contribution rank)
...
Tiningnan ni Luo Feng nang maigi ang mga description ng bawat model at wala na itong magawa kung hindi ay sumimangot "Napakabilis ng paglakas ng katawan ko ngayon. Kaya sigurado ako na hindi katagalan ay maaabot ko na ang pangangatawan ng isang advanced level warrior sa loob lang ng maikling panahon. Siguro ay dapat na akong bumili ng maganda gandang sandata ngayon"
Kung isa lang siyang pangkaraniwang intermediate level warrior…
Ay puwede siyang bumili ng A2 or A3 model. Kailangan mo lamang magdonate ng 10,000 dollars para sa isang contribution point!
Ang isang contribution point ay para mapagkumpara ang mga fighters sa sarili mong Dojo at ang mga fighters na nasal abas ng iyong Dojo. Mayroong isang internal network ang Dojo of Limits na tinatawag nilang Home of Limits 'Internet Market', pero mayroon din silang actual fighter market kung saan bumibili ng gamit ang mga fighters na hindi kasali sa kanilang dojo. Pero ang pinagkaiba nito ay wala silang discount at kinakailangan nilang bayaran ang buong presyo ng mga gamit na ito!
"Sa bilis ng paglakas ng aking katawan ay kailangan ko sigurong bumili ng isang A5 or A6 model ng ghost blade" tango ni Luo Feng , "pero kinakailangan mo munang magkaroon ng one star contribution rank bago mo mabili ang mga ito!"
"Ang katumbas ng one star rank ay 10 thousand contribution points!"
Inignore ng system ang contribution rank restriction noong unang beses siyang bumili ng scroll dito. Pero ang offer na ito ay applicable lamang sa unang gamit na bibilhin mo sa internal network.
Pero wala ng ganito pa kagandang deal sa pagbili niya ng kaniyang sandata, battle uniform, etc.
"Ang isang A6 model ng Ghost blade ay nagkakahalaga ng 20 million. Ang A5 model naman ay nagkakahalaga ng 6 million" napailing nalang si Luo Feng nang makita niya ito. Ang A5 model ay kayang pumatay ng mga 'medium-level commander' na mga halimaw nang hindi nasisira habang ang A6 model naman ay kayang pumatay ng mga 'high-level commander' na mga halimaw nang hindi nasisira.
Hindi uubra sa bilis ng kaniyang paglakas ang mga mababang model ng sandata.
"Bilhin ang mga ito ng full price? Napakamahal" iling ni Luo Feng.
"Tingnan na muna natin ang mga shields"
Binuksan at tiningnang maigi ni Luo Feng ang webpage na naglalaman ng mga shields. Napansin niya na ang presyo ng mga shields ay sadyang mas mababa kaysa sa presyo ng mga blades. Ang isang B5 model na kayang sumalag sa isang 'medium level commander' na mga halimaw nang hindi nasisira ay nagkakahalaga ng 3 million Chinese dollars kung full price mo itong bibilhin at 1.5 million kung mayroon kang level 4 contribution rank. Pero kinakailangan din nito ng contribution rank na 1 star bago mo ito mabili ng full price!
"Bag naman"
Kung titira ka sa kagubatan at makikipaglaban sa mga halimaw, kinakailangan mo ring bumili ng isang magandang klase ng bag. Kailangan isa ito sa mga pinakamagagandang bag para hindi agad ito masira at hindi rin dapat ito nagiging sagabal sa paggalaw ng mga fighter lalo na kapag nakikipaglaban ito sa mga halimaw.
"Ang pinakamurang bag ay nangangailangan lamang ng isang contribution point. At ang mas maganda ng kaunti rito ay nagkakahalaga ng 10 thousand dollars" nakangiting sabi ni Luo Feng.
"Ang isang tactical communication watch na may GPS, phone, orasan at iba pang mga features ay nagkakahalaga ng 10 thousand dollars lamang" Sa totoo lang ay hindi sapat ang mga features nito sa presyo nito sa internal network dahil ang isang phone na may kaparehong features sa relong ito ay nagkakahalaga lamang ng daan daang dolyares. Ang tanging rason lang kung bakit ito nagmahal nang ganito ay ang napakamahal na materyales na ginamit sa paggawa nito.
Habang nakikipaglaban sa isang monster, may mga oras na maaaring sumabit ang mga kuko nito sa relong suot ng isang fighter! Kaya kinakailangan ng isang napakatibay na relo para hindi ito basta bastang masira habang nakikipaglaban ang fighter sa isang halimaw, kaya paano ito magiging mura kung ganoon?
"Natingnan ko na ang blade, shield, relo at ang bag. Mayroon na lang isang bagay ang natitira… ang battle uniform na kasama ang boots" Matagal nang narinig ni Luo Feng na ang battle uniform ang pinakamahal na gamit ng isang fighter! Dahil bukod sa napakatibay na mga materyales nito na kayang sumalag sa atake ng isang fighter ay komportable at hindi sagabal ang mga ito sa pagilag ng isang fighter.
Binuksan ito ni Luo Feng at nakita niya na...
"Sh*t"
"Napakamahal!"
Natuliro si Luo Feng sa mga nakita niya "Kahit ang isang D5 edition battle uniform na may kasama nang mga bracers at boots sa set na kayang salagin ang atake ng isang medium-level commander ay nagkakahalaga ng 18 million Chinese dollars at 9 million Chinese dollars half price. Ang D6 naman ay nagkakahalaga ng 80 million dollars full price. "Alam ko naman na mahal talaga ang mga battle uniform pero hindi ko akalain na mas mahal ng tatlong beses ang 5th series battle uniform kaysa sa blade na nasa kaparehong series nito!
Ngayon sa calculations….
Kung gagamit ako ng 5th series sa kanilang lahat—ang buong battle uniform set ay nagkakahalaga ng 18 million, ang ghost blade naman ay nagkakahalaga ng 6 million at ang shield ay 3 million, ang total nito sa kabuohan ay 27 million dollars! At kung mayroon akong one star contribution rank, ang kakailanganin ko na lamang ay 13.5 million dollars.
Walang wala ang presyo ng parehing tactical communications watch at bag sa mga presyo ng battle uniform!
"Gusto ko ring bumili ng ilang mga throwing knives na puwede kong kontrolin gamit ang aking spiritual force! Sapat na siguro ang 6 hanggang 10 sa mga iyon" binuksan ni Luo Feng ang throwing knives page. Ang mga throwing knives ay maliliit na bagay lamang kung tutuosin. Magagaan at maliliit ang mga ito kaya natural na mas mura ang mga ito kaysa sa isang ghost blade.
Ang isang 5th series throwing knife ay nagkakahalaga lamang ng 50 thousand Chinese dollars full price kada isa.
Ang 6th series naman ay nagkakahalaga ng 300 thousand Chinese dollars full price kada isa.
Ang 7th series naman ay nagkakagalaga ng tumatagingting na 3 million Chinese dollars full price at 1.5 million sa mga fighter na may 2 star contribution rank kada isa, 10x ang inilaki ng presyo nito sa 6th series throwing knife!
"Mabilis na lumalakas ang spiritual force ko at kung magpapatuloy ito ay kinakailangan ko sigurong bumili ng 7th series throwing knife, pero ang kada isang piraso nito ay nagkakahalaga ng 3 million at ang half price nito ay nangangailangan ng 2 star contribution rank! Kung bibili man ako ng 5 hanggang 6 na mga ito ay nagkakahalaga na ito ng higit sa 10 million dollars!"
"Paano ko mabibili ang mga ito?"
"Kulang na kulang pala talaga ang perang ito para sa akin" naisip ni Luo Feng noong una na sobra sobra na ang 20 million dollars para sa kaniya hanggang sa makita niya kung gaano kamahal ang mga kinakailangan niyang mga gamit.
Ang hindi niya alam ay tama lang ang mga presyo nito base sa mga kaya nitong gawin!
Ang isang horde leader level na halimaw ay hindi kayang patayin maging ng isang guided missile! Hindi mo maiisip kung gaano kaganda dapat ang mga materyales ng isang throwing knife para tumagos sa katawan nito! Kaya risonable na ang presyong 3 million sa bawat isang knife na kayang tumagos sa katawan nito.
...
Kapag gumagastos ng pera ang mga fighters para bumili ng kanilang mga gamit ay kailangan nilang gumastos ng napakalaki. Mababawi naman ito agad dahil maaari silang kumita sa napakalaking halaga kapag nagsimula na silang pumatay ng mga halimaw.
Ang malungkot dito ay hindi pa nagsisimula si Luo Feng na lumabas ng siyudad para pumatay ng mga halimaw.
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Alas diyes ng umaga kinabukasan.
Isang lalaki ang kumatok sa harap ng bakuran ng villa ni Luo Feng sa Ming-Yue sector.
"Ito na po ang inorder ninyong scroll Mr. Luo Feng. Tanging ang fingerprint niyo lang po ang makakapagbukas niyan"
Tinanggap ni Luo Feng ang selyadong alloy box at sinimulang ilagay ang kaniyang fingerprint sa itaas nito. "[BEEP!] Fingerprint test passed" sabi ng isang boses na kagaya sa isang robot bago bumukas ang selyadong box. Mayroon itong laman na isang libro na may 1cm na kapal. Mayroon din itong kasamang dalawang discs na kasama ng libro sa loob ng box.
"Nine Stage Thunder Blade" Kita ni Luo Feng sa apat na salitang nakalagay sa cover ng libro.
"Subukan po ninyong buksan ito Mr. Luo Feng. Pumirma po kayo kapag nakumpirma niyo na po na ito talaga ang inorder ninyo" nakangiting sabi ng delivery boy habang buong paghanga itong nakatingin kay Luo Feng.
Nine stage Thunder Blade!
Kahit na ang isang pangkaraniwang fighter ay hindi kayang bumili nito.
"Sigurado po kayo na alam ninyo ang mga terms and conditions sa paggamit ng librong ito Mr. Luo Feng?" ngiti ng delivery boy "Ayon sa aming rules ay kailangan ko muling banggitin ang lahat ng ito sa inyo
….. Ang pagaari ng scroll na ito ay mapupunta sa gumawa ng scroll na ito, Ang Nine Stage Thunder Blade ay kinopyright ng Thunder God. Ang mga taong bumili nito ay mayroon lamang karapatang aralin ito, at hindi ituro ito sa iba. Mahigpit ding ipinagbabawal ang ilegal na pagkopya rito, pagbebenta at pribadong pagtuturo sa mga nilalaman nito ng taong bumili ng scroll na ito. Kung sino man ang mahuhuling lumabag dito ay huhulihin ng pinagsanib na puwersa ng Dojo of Limits, Thunder Dojo, Underground Alliance at Gobyerno!"
Tumango si Luo Feng bilang pag sangayon sa mga rule. Ito ay dahil matagal na niyang alam ang mga ito.
Matapos niyang makumpirma ito ay umalis na ang delivery boy.
"Ang isang scroll na ito na may kasamang dalawang discs ay nagkakahalaga ng 100 million Chinese dollars" namamanghang sabi ni Luo Feng na nakatayo sa kaniyang hardin "Mukhang ang gumawa ng scroll na ito ang kikita ng husto rito. Halimbawa, kapag bumili ang mga tao ng Nine Stage Thunder Blade ng Thunder God, ang Thunder God ang kikita ng husto sa kanilang lahat" Matapos niyang magcompute ng sandali ay madali niyang nalaman kung magkano ang kinikita ng Thunder God sa pagbebenta ng bawat isang scroll na ito.
Pero… wala gaanong halaga ang pera para sa Thunder God na gumawa ng 'Thunder Dojo'.
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Noong papasok na si Luo Feng sa kaniyang tirahan dala dala ang kaniyang scroll, may isang boses ang maririnig na tumawag sa kaniya "Luo Feng"
Lumingon si Luo Feng at nakita niya na ang taong tumatawag sa kaniya ay ang punongguro ng Dojo of Lumits na si 'Wu Tong'.
"Uncle Wu" Tumatawang sagot ni Luo Feng.
"Nakita ko ang delivery guy na pumunta sa iyo noong naroon ako sa headquarters, may binili ka ba?" Tumatawang sabi ni Wu Tong.
"Opo" tango ni Luo Feng.
"Nine Stage Thunder Blade?" Nagulat ng husto si Wu Tong nang makita niya ang apat na salitang nakalagay sa dala dalang gamit ni Luo Feng. "Kaya mong makabili ng napakamahal na scroll gaya nito?" Ang mga scroll ay mahigpit na kinokontrol ng lahat ng mga malalaking powers sa buong mundo.
"Hindi naman sa akin nanggaling ang perang ipinambili ko nito kaya ayos lang" tumatawang sinabi ni Luo Feng "Pero nalaman ko rin na wala na akong gaanong pera para makabili ng Blade, battle uniforms etc na pagkamahal mahal"
"Oo nga pala, pumunta ako rito Luo Feng dahil may sasabihin ako sa iyo" tumatawang sabi ng punongguro na si 'Wu Tong'"Hindi ba mayroong isang batang lalaki na nagtangka sa iyo noon na nagngangalang Zhang Hao Bai?"
Nanginig bigla si Luo Feng nang marinig niya ito, Zhang Hao Bai? Wala pa siyang pagkakataon na balikan ito mula noong lumabas siya sa kulungan.
"Opo, kumuha siya ng tao para balian ako ng mga braso at binti noon" tango ni Luo Feng.
"Ganito kasi iyon. Ang uncle ni Zhang Hao Bai na si 'Zhang Ze Hu' ay isang fighter mula sa Thunder Dojo. Pumunta siya sa chief instructor ng Thunder Dojo dito sa Yang Zhou city para maayos ang gusot na ito. Gusto niyang pribado na ayusin ito sa pagitan niyong dalawa Luo Feng" tawa ng punongguro na si 'Wu Tong'"Hindi ba't wala ka ng masyadong pera panggastos Luo Feng? Ito na ang pagkakataon mo para kumite nang malaki, gamitin mo ang pagkakataong ito para makakuha ng maraming pera pambili mo ng iyong mga gamit!"


Taong 2056, sa loob ng isang siyudad na makikita sa Su Jin Area makikita ang isang teenager na nakasuot ng combat vest, pangsundalong pangibaba at battle boots na gawa sa alloy na nakaupo sa tuktok ng isang sira sirang six story residential apartment. Makikita sa kaniyang likuran ang isang hexagonal shield at ang kaniyang hawak hawak na blood-shadow battle knife. Tahimik siyang nakaupo sa dulo ng rooftop. Makikita sa mga oras na ito ang kumikinang na kalangitan at mararamdaman ang napakapreskong hangin na kasalukuyang umiihip patungo sa kaniya. Pero tanging katahimikan lamang ang maririnig sa sira sira at abandonadong siyudad na ito at kung minsan ay mayroong paisa isang pagalulong ang maririnig na magbibigay takot sa sinumang makarinig nito.

There is a white "king" pattern, with a body length of more than 1.8 meters and a shoulder height of about 1.5 meters.

    "Ghost tiger, the age is between four thousand and five thousand years."

    Chen Feng could see the details of this spirit beast at a glance, but he remembered that Zhu Zhuqing's fourth spirit ring in the original book also came from a ghost tiger. Is it really so? Coincidence?

    However, the ghost ability of Nether Shadow clone is also good, there is no need to find another soul beast.

    "I will help you subdue it first, and then you will give it the last blow." Chen Feng said, with Zhu Zhuqing's strength, it is too difficult to kill this ghost tiger by himself.

    After speaking, Chen Feng took out the Hunyuan stick and rushed towards Guihu.

    "Roar--"

    Guihu roared, and his body flashed strangely. The original ghost tiger turned into three heads, and they rushed towards Chen Feng together.

    This is Guihu's natural ability-shadow clone.

    Chen Feng didn't bother to tell which one was the real one and which one was the fake. The Hunyuan stick in his hand smashed one of the ghost tigers, and with a bang, the ghost tiger disappeared.

    At this time, the other two ghost tigers rushed up.

    "The ghost shadow is lost!"

    Chen Feng's figure flashed, leaving a long series of afterimages, and both ghost tigers rushed into the air.

    Without any pause, the Hunyuan stick in Chen Feng's hand smashed towards another ghost tiger. It may be that his luck was not very good. This time it was also a clone.

    "This one is always true."

    Chen Feng stared at the last ghost tiger and was about to attack. Who knew that the black light flashed and the ghost tiger created two clones again.

    "You're never going to end." Chen Feng lost his patience, his speed suddenly increased, and he swept across with a stick, the two identities were broken up, and his real body was smashed out.

    "Let you create a clone, let you create a clone, and you will try another one for me."

    Before Guihu stood up, Chen Feng rushed over and hit Guihu fiercely. He stopped knowing that a golden ball of light had exploded from Guihu's body.

    "Ding Dong! The ghost tiger spirit is detected. It is the same type as the host's spirit tiger, is it fused?" The mechanical voice rang in Chen Feng's ears.

    "Fusion!" The

    golden ball of light turned into a stream of light and sank into Chen Feng's body. Chen Feng felt that his Heavenly Underworld Tiger was a little stronger.

    "Come here and give it one last blow." Chen Feng said to Zhu Zhuqing.

    Zhu Zhuqing's figure turned into a series of afterimages, using the ghost sting to give the ghost tiger the final blow, and a purple spirit ring emerged from the ghost tiger's body.

    "You are here to absorb the spirit ring, I will help you protect the law." Chen Feng said.

    Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, sat down cross-legged, and dragged Ghost Tiger's spirit ring over.

    Chen Feng integrated all the other light spheres that he had just exploded, and then sat aside to protect Zhu Zhuqing.

    Time slowly passed-

    after an hour, Zhu Zhuqing finally absorbed it, and suddenly opened his eyes.

    Chen Feng could feel that her breath seemed to be colder, a bit more heroic between her eyebrows, and the whole person was slightly longer and taller, and she had a somewhat mature beauty.

    "How about it, what is your fourth spirit ability?" Chen Feng asked.

    "My fourth spirit ability is called the Nether Triangle Kill. It creates two clones to form a triangle formation and perform a lore." Zhu Zhuqing said.

    When Chen Feng heard the words, he was slightly stunned. Why isn't it the Nether Shadow clone?

    However, he quickly understood that different spirits absorbing the same spirit ring would also produce different spirit abilities. Zhu Zhuqing's current spirit has evolved into a ghost cat, and his spirit abilities are naturally different.

WARNING!!! THIS IS A MTL FAN-FICTION

TO THOSE WHO CAN'T TOLERATE MTL THEN THIS IA NOT FOR YOU.

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Travel across the Daluo continent, obtain the explosive attribute system, awaken the twin martial souls, and properly pass the standard equipment. However, one is an ordinary beast spirit black tiger, and the other is an ordinary weapon spirit black iron rod, with only three levels of innate spirit power.

Thinking about this, Ghost Shadow was determined that there was only one solution to today's matter, and that was to kill off Ling Chuxi. No matter what kind of relationship Ling Chuxi had with Flowing Clouds Sect, or what kind of identity she possessed within the Flowing Clouds Sect, once today's matter was made known to Flowing Clouds Sect, Cold Moon Palace would be in endless trouble. No, it would not just be trouble, it would practically be a disaster. Therefore, there was now a greater need to kill Ling Chuxi to keep her mouth shut! It was truly a pity, such a talent…
 
Just as Ghost Shadow was lamenting the situation and waiting to deal a fatal blow, Ling Chuxi took action first. She was very clear that if she did not reveal the Flowing Clouds Sect token, then perhaps today's matter still had room for negotiation, but once the Flowing Clouds Sect was drawn in, the other party would definitely not hesitate to silence them.
 
Therefore, she did not plan to rely on a single token to scare Ghost Shadow into retreat, she had merely wanted to disrupt his mind. Indeed, upon seeing the Flowing Clouds Sect token, Ghost Shadow's heart was in chaos and his murderous intent had also weakened. This was precisely the opportunity Ling Chuxi was waiting for.
 
Turning Cloud Gesture, Spiral Battle Qi, application and acupuncture methods of all three streams of the Golden Pill Sect shot out in a series of attacks all at once, wave after wave of sword qi howled and rushed towards Ghost Shadow with an unstoppable force.
 
Thundercloud Battle Qi… Containing the might of shocking thunder and the qi of wind rushing to the clouds, one could only imagine how wild and powerful it was.
 
As this wild Battle Qi between the heaven and the earth was emitted, it was mixed with waves of extreme cold that was almost imperceptible, resembling extremely thin and sharp needles. This strange cold was hard to guard against. This was exactly the effect of the Seven Strings Finger Method and Seven Strings Needle Method when all three streams of knowledge of the Golden Pill Sect were combined.
 
Medical skills that can be used to treat people, can also be used to kill people. Otherwise, how could the Golden Pill Sect be listed as one of the five great sects thousands of years ago?
 
Ghost Shadow's heart suddenly sank. It turns out that Ling Chuxi had not used her strongest abilities just now and was only using her true abilities now.
 
If it were only the Turning Cloud Gesture, Spiral Battle Qi and Thundercloud Battle Qi to deal with, how could he possibly take it as a threat seriously? However, the needle-shaped Battle Qi hidden within the rest of the Qi attacks like deadly drizzles on a spring day made him feel extremely uneasy.
 
With a roar, Ghost Shadow used all his might and thrust his palm out using the vigorous Qi of True Essence to form an almost visible barrier before him.
 
Then a series of fine sounds rang out, denser than raindrops and akin to the sound of steel needles piercing through soft cotton. Ghost Shadow's barrier generated by his Qi of True Essence had been pierced through by Ling Chuxi's needle-shaped Battle Qi.
 
Ghost Shadow shuddered and little red dots resembling mosquito bites appeared on the parts of his skin which were exposed.
 
The other black-robed men were all shocked silly. Although they could tell that Ghost Shadow had not received any actual injuries, how could a defense made up of the Qi of True Essence be so easily pierced through by Battle Qi in the realm of Great Fulfilment? As there were innate power differences in both types, this absolutely didn't make sense. If it were not for them personally witnessing it, who would have believed that such a thing had happened?
 
Taking full advantage of the other party being in a daze, Ling Chuxi yelled at Ling Yichen—"Go!" Her heart was secretly lamenting the fact that the gap between the realm of Great Fulfilment and the realm of True Essence was truly not something that could be overcome by martial arts techniques alone. If her attacks just now were executed using True Qi and not Battle Qi, it was fearful that the meridians in Ghost Shadow's entire body would have been pierced through by the needle-shaped Battle Qi.
 
"Die!" roared Ghost Shadow after he regained his senses from his astonishment. Feeling both ashamed and angry, he swung his sword in a slashing motion at Ling Chuxi.
 
Ghost Shadow did not hold back at all as the Qi of True Essence surged menacingly from his entire body. Qi flowed violently across his sword's blade as a sharp howl was heard. Then, the whole space became a vacuum with a radius of at least several feet under the strong suppression of the Qi of True Essence. Stuck in this vacuum area, Ling Chuxi had difficulty breathing and even circulating her Battle Qi became oddly difficult.


The destitute young miss of the Ling family was weak, had lowly qualifications, was ugly and frequently bullied. In the end, she was pushed into the freezing river by her so-called love rival. However, when she opened her eyes once again, her gaze was cold yet captivating! Everything had changed drastically! When her ugly looks faded, she became a peerless beauty. When she displayed her graceful bearing and talent, it was blinding and earth-shattering! 
I'm a foodie and I'm proud of it. I have a venomous tongue to infuriate people to death, but I won’t compensate with my life. 
All the handsome men would give their all just to make her smile, which provoked his desire to dominate and possess her. However, in the end, was it him who dominated her…


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