I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy - Chapter 437

Chen Han was a genius and hard-working boy. When he defeated a young master of a prominent family, he was attacked in retaliation. His dantian was shattered and he fell into Jianyuan. He was reshaped by a mysterious entity with the true spirit of his life, and he cultivated the techniques of the Peerless Heart and The Emperor.

With peerless mentality and supreme combat skills, he fought fiercely in the world, swept the six lower realms, and galloped across the three higher realms.

When countless treasures of heaven and earth, divine weapons and sharp weapons are in the bag, when countless beautiful women return to the harem, and when countless strong men are completely annihilated, this vast world would be under my feet!

She was the daughter of a plutocrat, an elite with multiple identities, known and respected by everyone; she was a young girl from a rich family, who was peacocky and shameless, loathed by all.

After being reborn as her, she defeated the bad man and the angelic bitch, took revenge on the bad guy who killed her, married the most noble man, got into the sweetest relationship, and stunned the world!

Reporter, Mr. Leach, what is your favorite thing in the world?

Benson, Jill.

Reporter, Mr. Leach, what do you like to do most every day?

Benson smiled, Sleeping with Jill in my arms at night.

Juliana: ...

Jin, a guy with no direction in life, through an unfortunate event gets his hands on a Hitman System. What transpired then was a struggle to escape the eyes of the cops while trying to complete the system’s missions. However, through a series of coincidences, he soon finds out that his parents’ death was not an accident. Read how he uncovers the veil that has obscured the truth from his eyes since childhood and finds out the darkness that hides under this veil. ‍

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.