CROWN PRINCE'S CONCUBINE - Chapter 647 - 647 Where Is This?

Programmer Li Daochong desperately develops the game code, dying. After waking up, being born again in a ghost-invading future comprehension world, isn’t that a pothole?

However, Li Daochong brought his own ghost upgrade system, which made my green onion. Others are devilish and scared, and they rush to hell. Hey, isn’t this the tip of China? I want to eat, drool!

Eating is not the most important thing. The key can be upgraded. How many levels does it take to finish?
　　
“Li Daoyou please stay, people want to go to the edge of the magic field on the edge of the magic field, can you accompany others? People are afraid!” Hongyang fairy is dripping at Li Daochong.

“Li predecessor, can you please go with a younger generation to go to a ghost dragon?” A white-haired girl who is more than two hundred years old can look at Li Daochong helplessly.

- Description from uukanshu (translated)

Lin Beifan traversed to a world filled with countless nations and masters, becoming the emperor of a nation with the “Empire Sandbox” as his golden finger (Cheat).

This “Empire Sandbox” allowed him to mobilize all domestic resources for rational allocation. The stronger the nation became, the stronger he became.

In order to become stronger, Lin Beifan did many things that seemed foolish to others.

“Your Majesty, the Mo Kingdom is willing to trade the most beautiful woman in their kingdom for an iron mine!”

Lin Beifan: “The Mo Kingdom is truly sincere. Let’s trade!”

As a result, after the Mo Kingdom acquired the iron mine, it collapsed, burying 200,000 troops!

“Your Majesty, the Grand General intends to stage a rebellion!”

Lin Beifan: “I admire those with ambition. Let him fight!”

As a result, the Grand General’s food supply vanished into thin air. His army starved to death on their way to the Capital City, never making it to battle.

In the end, Lin Beifan walked further and further down the path of a foolish emperor, yet the territory kept expanding, the country became stronger, and his harem grew increasingly…

Everyone was dumbfounded: “How did such an incompetent ruler become the legendary emperor throughout the ages?”

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

[Ancient Setting + Light-hearted Comedy + Strong Female Lead + Coming-of-Age Heroine + Ensemble Cast + Political Intrigue + Patriotic Themes]Chu Tianjiao is the eldest daughter of a prestigious military family. In her previous life, she devoted herself to fighting for her country, but after death her soul was trapped in the imperial ancestral temple, unable to be reincarnated.She spends her days chatting, joking around, and enjoying a sort of posthumous glory with a group of royal ancestors.Once a novice at palace intrigue, she learns many things from these imperial forebears. Some teach her poetry and rhythm, others force her to memorize medical texts daily, while the rest regale her with stories from which she gleans the arts of political maneuvering and maintaining balance of power.The heroine grows stronger with each passing day.One day, a fire breaks out in the ancestral temple. The heroine leads the group of ancestors back to the present era.These ancestors were all emperors and empresses in their past lives. Their change in status after being reborn leads to all sorts of comedic situations.But your ancestors are still your ancestors, after all.Each possessing unique skills, they help the heroine crush her enemies and slap faces, vowing to change the fate of national ruin and family destruction from their previous lives.The heroine gradually sheds her rash personality from her past life, embarking on an unstoppable path of dominating the world.

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.”