Global Killing: Awakening SSS-level Talent at the Beginning - Chapter 1318:

Wen Qiao had transmigrated into a book, becoming a notorious, brainless, and easily replaceable vase-like minor celebrity.The worst part was that the first scene she entered was literally a path to disaster; at her own engagement party, she was plotting to seduce the male lead into an irrevocable situation, not to mention that she wanted to break off her engagement with her wealthy, handsome fiancé!Wen Qiao stated, “This cannon fodder script must be changed!”Thus, netizens saw a dramatic transformation in Wen Qiao, who previously had been utterly lovesick and only chased after a man. She became a living, breathing person who aggressively won awards until her hands were sore.Moreover, she had a group of men chasing after her.At the height of her career, Wen Qiao suddenly went public with her sweet relationship with a business tycoon.At the award ceremony, when reporters asked if she planned to marry.Wen Qiao, holding her trophy, had an answer that turned heads, “No, why would I give up the whole forest for one tree?”A couple of days later, Wen Qiao posted a photo of her marriage certificate online with the caption—From now on, I'm Mrs. Fu.Netizens: Didn't you say no marriage?The super-topic about “Wen Ji and Qi Wu,” a couple made popular by a variety show, disappeared overnight.Netizens: ?? Where's my shipped couple?Fu Jinghen: I took care of it.

Lucas Voss was a normal adult in his late twenties.He doesn't know how or why but he got transmigrated as an extra inside of the novel he read till 5th volume.The problem for Lucas was that his life was in danger as soon as he entered the novel.Why?Because Lucas was transmigrated as the 4th Prince who is an extra and was about to die with an Illness that couldn't be cured.Not only that novel he transmigrated into was 'Cold-Blooded Emperor Rules.'The protagonist of that novel killed every member of the royal palace to become emperor of the empire.How will Lucas survive?Will he die like the extra that he is? or will he fight against fate to survive in this cold-blooded novel and become more than an extra?The only way to know is it read this novel!

Crossing into an alternate world, Daniel possessed the [Omniscient Appraisal System] that can tell the value and origin of any item.

As a result, Daniel participated in the wildly popular online Container Hunt and began live streaming: [I'm in Libertopia, Live Streaming My Treasure Hunt!]

Netizens warned Daniel: Container Hunt is all a scam, it's impossible to find a real treasure.

However, what Daniel did next leaves viewers gobsmacked.

He bid 500 StellarCoins(1 StellarCoins=1 US dollar) on a batch of luggage looted by pirates, finding a high-end custom-made luggage bag, worth 10,000 StellarCoins!

He discovered a well-known painting from Serenalia, titled “Hundred Horses,” dated 300 years ago, assessed at 50 million StellarCoins!

He found a relic from the Atlantean civilization, causing a global archaeological uproar!

He stumbled upon a world-famous painting stolen from a Libertopia museum fifty years ago, titled “Portrait of a Woman,” which sends collectors around the world into a frenzied bidding war!

With the help of his system, Daniel can always find the best deals at Container Hunter Auctions, and even dominate the antique street, flea market, not to mention the real estate, stock, and investment industries!

After Daniel's net worth skyrocketed, he lavishly invest in a private estate, and threw decadent parties in his rooftop garden filled with models.

Married women, celebrities, wives...

Turns out, being rich really is this much fun!

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