MTL - Heaven’s Will Balancing System - Chapter 14 Upheaval and fighting

What was in the container that nobody wanted?What could be found in an abandoned warehouse?You thought there was only junk? No, no, no!Antique jewelry, limited edition racing cars, aerospace instruments, helicopters, cattle'... be creative so that you'd come up with a lot more!With the ability to turn waste into treasure, Zhu Yu, who had awakened the heavenly eyes, collected unlimited wealth from the unclaimed containers, and walked step by step on the road to success!

Ye Family goes bankrupt, and her fiancé's family watches coldly.Ye Li signs a contract and marries her fiancé's uncle in a flash marriage.After marriage, Ye Li is determined to repay the debt of one hundred million with interest, hoping to give Fu Yanci freedom so he can be with his true love.When it reaches 5 million, Fu Yanci gets upset.At 50 million, Fu Yanci leaves home for three days.When finally paying off the full one hundred million, Ye Li is cornered by the man: 'Divorce, huh? Sure!!! The family property is yours, and so am I! I'll follow you everywhere!'Ye Li: ......

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.”

At the genesis of the world, the ‘Dark God Entropy’ was defeated in the fight between the five other Gods, and was sealed.