Dao of Money - Chapter 102: Immortal blood

As a sandbox game player who loves peace and farming, Chen Xiyi said that he is not the kind of fourth natural disaster that will bring chaos to the world, and he is good at influencing the enemy with truth and justice.

“If you have something to say, put away the weapons of mass destruction in your hands first, and you can discuss anything.”–The last words of a famous NPC.

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Yours Truly shall have all of you bow down to me!

Arriving in this brand-new world, Lin Fan found himself in possession of a system which allows him to level up indefinitely unbounded by the limitations of this world. Upon learning a powerful technique of Monkey Steals Peaches, Lin Fan realises that he’s poised to literally become the strongest person in this entire world. But of course, how boring would that be unless the whole world gets to know about his great name?

Shameless. Righteous. Smart. Lin Fan will let no one (or balls) stand in his way to glory!

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It’s the era of Transmigration.

I wanted to possess a body of a rich young lady in a Rofan childcare novel, and live while receiving lots of love.

No. 1 to be avoided!

No. 1 in frustrating the reader!

I possessed someone inside an infinite return novel called: Return Until the World is Saved.

Forget being a young lady from a prominent family, I will soon be ruined because the survival difficulty of the original work is S-Class.

I became an extra. Ellet, the young daughter of a servant in the Count’s manor.

We are poor, but it’s a happy life between a kind brother and a good father.

I’ve got a best friend I’ve never made before because I was always busy.

Even the gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau are openly fond of me.

I’m living a life full of confidence.

On top of that, I accidentally bought the ‘After-Life Insurance’ full package just before my death.

I leveled up with the high-speed growth buff, and diligently destroyed the original plot.

Thanks to plenty of special privileges, I came to give satisfaction for all the frustrated readers of the original work.

“You wiped your face with your dirty hands.”

“…….”

“Don’t be surprised. It’s because I have an obligation to be kind.”

And then, there’s the protagonist who is still nothing more than a handsome push over, Thesilid.

‘Why is he being this crafty with me?’

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.”