MTL - The Apocalyptic Master of Synthesis - Chapter 110 The elf troops are in place (subscription required)

The era of the great pirates.

The sea is surging, the strong are destroying the sky and the earth, and they are fighting each other. It really makes people——

Can’t get up!

I, Rusilu Cullo, twenty-four years old, my biggest dream:

Live this life safely!

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Get the power of the steel chain fingers in “JOJO”, form your own family force, and completely subvert the world of pirates!

I am BIG.BOSS, Mafia Victor!

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Bai Jin is reborn before the sanctification of the Three Pure Ones and is taken as a disciple by Tongtian. In a strong sense of crisis, Bai Jin embarks on his path of survival, currying favor with his elders, making powerful connections, subtly influencing the grand scheme of the ancient cosmos, and building a network of relationships to protect himself. In the process, Bai Jin also earns numerous accolades.Tai Shang: “Bai Jin possesses great wisdom!”Yuan Shi: “Among Tongtian's disciples, only Bai Jin is worth noticing.”Tongtian: “It's Bai Jin who understands me the best.”Zhun Ti: “When Bai Jin becomes shameless, this poor monk willingly admits defeat!”Duo Bao Rulai: “Bai Jin is a despicable, shameless, treacherous villain.”The Jade Emperor: “There is no one more loyal and righteous than my nephew, Bai Jin.”

She was born into a powerful family of the nobility, a blue-blooded aristocrat as capable as any man. He rose from humble origins up the military ranks, an iron-blooded knight with high ambitions. A transaction for power severed her from her childhood sweetheart. A tardy encounter was the beginning of his and her vow to meet life and death under heaven, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Political intrigue, dynastic succession struggles. He trampled through it all in the toil of becoming emperor.

Old enmities became new disputes, concerning life and death of entire families. She entered once more into the palace, changing the entire political climate of their world.

Meeting once again, they had become strangers. The peach blossom were all fallen, no more than a golden age grown cold.

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