Being A Shrew to My Ex-Husband After Our Divorce - Chapter 326 - You, Wei Zhou, Aren't Worthy of Me!  

David travels to a month before the apocalypse, where countless zombies and mutant beasts have emerged.

At the brink of global catastrophe, he unexpectedly obtains a storage space of 50 million cubic meters, where any stored items receive a 100,000 times boost in effectiveness.

“Your stored Dongpo pork has received a 100,000 times boost!”

“Your stored fried chicken has received a 100,000 times boost!”

“You have discovered a portion of petroleum, receiving a 100,000 times boost!”

Before the apocalypse arrives, he stockpiles billions of supplies.

While others suffer from hunger and fight for a single pack of instant noodles, David leisurely enjoys red wine and steak within the safety of his fortress.

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(Female disguised as a man) Accidentally transmigrating into Long Aotian’s male novels is not scary, what is scary is transmigrating into a villainous little boss who will be tortured and killed by the male lead! ! Jiang Ru decided to cling to the male lead and change his fate. However, the hero is too sick and delicate, what should she do if she still feels that she can’t survive? ! Of course, thirty-six strategies are the best way to escape! Jiang Rudong hid in Tibet, fearing that the male protagonist would take him back and execute him Ling Chi, but on the way he heard that this sick and delicate king had a white moonlight who loved him to death… Hey, wait! Why is this Bai Yueguang… the same name as her? ! ! ! One day later, Jiang Ru realized that those who came out to mess around… always had to pay off their debts with their own bodies.

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

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