Faraway Wanderers - Chapter 34 - : lady vixen

In a world where reality shifts with every roll of the dice, a man daily partakes in an extraordinary game with the gods, his actions dictated by his decisions and the face of the dice. He takes great joy in this game until the tables turn, and he himself becomes a piece on the game board. Now, the dice are in his hands, and it’s his turn to shape his own destiny. It’s time for the Snowman to play his part.

Xia Ming, a university student who just graduated, accidentally got hold of a system. Xia Ming became powerful! Medical skills? OK, I don’t have the skills. But on the following day, even the highly skilled doctors couldn’t be compared to him.

Force? OK, I’m not your match today but on the following day, even the Great Master would have to concede defeat.

Basketball? OK, I’m a fusion of the world, the strongest basketball star, would I be afraid of you?

Wife, that is even better. I have a beautiful President Lin, and a Missy who is like a rose. Each of them is beautiful, how are you going to compare to me? … … You guys spent a hard time learning skills, acting but I am different.

I have an Almighty System, what skills do I not have? As long as I’m willing, even the celestial beings cannot stop me. With Xia Ming’s words: “As long as the system is in my hands, the whole world is under my control.” I am Xia Ming, I speak for myself.

- Description from Novelupdates

A million years ago, he had traversed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, braving countless mysterious Life Prohibition Zones, in search of a way to resurrect that foolish woman, but inadvertently learned one earth-shattering secret after another. Thereafter, he went through nine cycles of reincarnation, strategizing over the world, casting his net across the heavens, with the Myriad Realms as his board! In this life, he had returned from reincarnation, his Qi engulfing mountains and rivers, “It’s time to close the net...”

[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”