Chaotic Craftsman Worships The Cube - Chapter 329

He was the merciless Soldier King on the battlefield who sent shivers down the enemies' spines; he was the soldier scoundrel in his squad who could make anyone both cry and laugh; he was the Big Brother everyone in the urban underworld aspired to be; he was the male god in the hearts of young girls and beautiful women; he returned with a mission...Uniting the underworld, establishing an economic empire, he vowed to become the supreme overlord of this world...To prevent the world from destruction, to protect world peace, to implement love and truth's evil, the lovely and charming antagonist, he is Xiang Yu, and he speaks for himself...

“But he is a good man,” she argued to see his eyes narrow at her words.

Hulk was a pro football player, a guy who loved nothing more than clutching a pigskin and barreling through the defense like a runaway freight train. He lived for the gridiron. But he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined he’d see a pair of nipples bigger than a football. He became a giant baby, reborn with a new name: Orion. Orion was the runt of the giant litter, the weakest of the bunch. But when he turned ten, something crazy happened. He saw a strange panel – that not only displayed his stats but also helped him level up. With the panel’s help, and a whole lot of elbow grease, Orion led his giant tribe to become the most powerful in the Barren Mountains. He went from zero to hero, becoming a mighty Titan King. He was no longer the runt; he was the top dog.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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