Cinnamon Bun - Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-Eight - Get On the Same Page

Link, who traveled to the world of pirates, brought Doraemon’s treasure bag.

Just happened to meet Luffy who went out to sea, and has not awakened the true fruit ability of [Renren Fruit Illusory Beast Species Sun King Form], and he is still the rubber fruit Luffy.

That being the case, then I will follow this future One Piece, even more Liberation Warrior Joey Boy, the future Sun King *ka! !

Let’s enjoy the magnificent style of this pirate world together! !

In the process of traveling, all kinds of props also showed a powerful effect from Link’s hands! !

Luffy, actually [rubber fruit] has another name, do you know?

Hawkeye, are you the strongest swordsman in the world? 【Famous Knife·Electric Pill】Learn about it! !

Kaido, do you have the strongest animal army? I have some good flavors of 【Momotaro Rice Balls】, you can try it!

Im, do you want to destroy the world? 【Earth Destruction Bomb】Do you want it for you..

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The World Tower has unimaginable wealth and treasures. Once a week, as long as you rush high enough, you can surpass ordinary people and enjoy a brilliant and glorious life.

A thousand floors are capped, and some people say that reaching the thousand floors can get the wealth of the whole world; some people say that above the thousand floors is a beautiful new world or even heaven; some people say that they can obtain the power of gods;

Unfortunately, no one has reached the summit for thousands of years.

The strongest team in the world rushed to the 929th floor, which was unprecedented, and was still destroyed.

Wang Wen survived.

Time went back to twenty years ago.

Reborn with all the emotions and experiences, the lush Wang Wen in front of the World Tower is calm and determined.

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The most feared Assassin in the world died because of vengeance.

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.