MTL - Gourmet Food Supplier - v3 Chapter 233 Perfect two couples

[Ding! Your new life has started. Stats have been reset. Potential has been recalculated. Your new journey has begun][Ding! Awkenining God's Blood. Your new body has the potential to become a God.]______Emperor Fenrir was hailed as the tyrant of power had everything a human could desire. Power, wealth and even people who looked up to him. However, despiute having it all, he lacked the most crutial thing needed for him to advance to a God - the blood of Gods that would break the last barrier for him.To overcome this weekness, Emperor Fenrir decides to restart his life by getting reborn into a body had has the highest amount of God's blood and would allow him to fulfil his goal. And finally, after a thousand years of waiting, he finally found the body he had been waiting for.What he did not expect was for the previous owner of his dream body to be a looser who had noting except money to call as a power. The pampered young master Fenrir got reincarnated to was the lowest of the low scums who depended on hs money to solve all his problems.However, now that Fenrir was here, this was all going to change. The world will see the rise of the tyrant once more...and a god as well.______r18 is mainly gore...and MC's tendencies. You have been warned. No Harem. No Romance.

Reincarnating into another world without having to start from the bottom was certainly a good thing.

However, what if the first place you appear is inside a coffin?

This is what Qin Yuan experienced.

While he had boundless strength, he was already at the end of his age so he had to seal his body.

The only thing he could do was to leave with a Spiritual Body whose strength was extremely limited.

The good thing is that there is a system that suddenly appears.

Ding

[Collect Karma Points.]

[You can buy anything with Karma Points.]

[Use 100 Karma Points to purchase a one week life extension.]
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Time had run out. Azrael hadn't been chosen by the system, leaving him Forsaken with no hope for a prosperous life.But he wasn’t going to let it end like this. Even if it meant trading his life for a single chance, he would take it. It was either a life of greatness, one where he would reach the very top… or a short one, dying here, unmourned and forgotten by a cursed world that never cared he existed.“An early end in pursuit of greatness sounds better than a slightly longer one filled with stagnation and regret.”In the end, all the things he had done hadn’t been for naught. The sacrifices up until now had been worth it.[Inborn Trait activated][System devoured][Inborn Trait is fusing with the system][Devouring System has been granted]To his surprise, however, his system proved to be far more extraordinary than the others, granting him a unique path that only he could follow.With that realization, one thing became certain: no matter what monster or human stood in his way, he would reach the very top of the hierarchy, regardless of the cost.

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.”