MTL - Remnants of Filth - Chapter 114 I trust you again

After his wife's affair and the discovery that his child belongs to another man, Li Feng is cast out into the rainy night.Since fate won't allow him to live an ordinary life, he resolves to live an extraordinary one.“How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man” --- < Blowing in The Wind > Bob Dylan

Zhuge Lan brought the [Emotion Value System] and made a great name for himself in Douluo!Because his soul skills are too strange, he knelt down and cried when he was banned.100% of the time, his sword was caught with bare hands: Kneel down, you little jerk!The Eye of the Sage: Whoever you stare at will get pregnant and give birth in one hour!Hateful Curse: If you hit me, you will have diarrhea, and if you hit me again, you will have dysmenorrhea!......Tang San: Kneel down first when you meet him, and you will have dysmenorrhea if you hit him! Is this person poisonous?!Tang Hao: I punched him to vent my anger on my son, and he had diarrhea so much that he couldn't raise his head for the rest of his life!Zhu Zhuqing: Lan is so handsome, I don't understand why you are afraid?Qian Renxue: You have seen my true female form for a long time, and you are still arm in arm with me?

ln the Higher Realm.{Ehhh! It’s started?} an entity exclaimed.{Yeah, but like, what the hell—she gave the golden finger to him? Of all people, someone useless and a scheming bastard?} another shot back, clearly not having it.{Someone Immediately Stop him he's corrupting the system!} An entity roared before they could even get ready for see how had had been chosen!___On Earth.[System Integration... 1%A wicked grin spread across his face. This was his chance—a chance to do something no one in those web novels and mangas and animes had ever done. To corrupt the system!minute later....[System integration... 85%...][System integration... 99%...][Integration complete!] It ran one last time...“Did I succeed?”And so the journey started.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.