Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress - Chapter 567

[ DING ][ Common Sense Hijack System Activated ]----That notification was the start of a whole new life for Karl. He who just used to be working at a convenience store and always getting annoying complaints from customers and some shady words from his manager. Become a totally free man who can flip common sense upside down!******

Lin Yi unexpectedly traversed to the Cultivation World, becoming an Outer Sect Spirit Farmer of the Liu Yun Sect.

In this brutal world of cultivation, he decided to keep a low profile and grow, only to consequently awaken a titles system!

“The host is careful and discreet, not drawing attention, obtaining the title of [Survivor].”

“The host diligently looks after the Spiritual Field, obtaining the title of [Little Farmer].”

“The host practices the cultivation technique daily, with commendable perseverance, obtaining the title [Newbie].”

He realized that these titles had different magic effects, so he slowly became a big shot in the cultivation world, one step at a time!

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While playing an online game, after Luke bought an SSS rank gift card of Superman, he found himself in an unknown yes very familiar Marvel Universe. And with a twist of fate, the SSS rank gift pack has also come with him.

After he started to do workout and exercise, he found that the loading screen to unlock the gift card was slowly increasing.

However, after reaching 99%, it has stopped moving forward.

And when he found the chance to get hus hands on the Super Soldier Serum, will he take it? And will it be enough to push the bar till 100%?

If no, then how will he survive in one of the most dangerous worlds?

If yes, then will he be the Marvel's Superman?

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