MTL - The Inverted Dragon’s Scale - Chapter 661 The sword name peach blossom!

After Yu Xiaolian accidentally traveled through, she found that she not only held the script in her hand, but also had a supermarket space in her body.

The things in the supermarket, after being used up, will be restored automatically after midnight.

Can’t use flint to start a fire? It’s okay, she has a lighter.

Brown rice and coarse grains? It doesn’t matter, she has enough space for rice, white noodles, fresh vegetables, and frozen meat.

With inexhaustible resources, Yu Xiaolian opened a mysterious grocery store in ancient times.

A certain man: One hundred bottles of wine! One hundred bottles of beer, one hundred bottles of juice.

Sorry, there are not so many, this supermarket has a limited supply every day.

What’s wrong with the cannon fodder female supporting role, with the space in the supermarket, the hero and heroine want to eat spicy noodles or drink coffee, it all depends on her mood.

Having inexhaustible resources, and mastering the bugs of the male and female protagonists, it’s simply cool.

- Description from novelbuddy

The Supernatural era descended, the rules changed, mystery arrived, and the world altered. Countless ruins of civilization emerged, and an abundance of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures lay at everyone’s fingertips. Radical faction, “This is the best of times, entering a new world, excavating relics, mass evolution!” Conservative, “This is the worst of times, with countless monsters outside, once you leave the Safe Zone, extinction awaits humanity!” … Meanwhile, at a remote ruin, Lu Yuan successfully discovered new treasures and sought after the mysterious wealth, desperately trying to contact his fellow Earthlings. “Found a communicator, can it get through?” “Hey, humans—I’m almost becoming a god, and you’re still hiding in the Safe Zone?”

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.”

--Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of violence and bloodshed. No one under 18 is allowed---To not get confused by the end chapters, read Fallen Chronicles first----0---Have you ever pondered the mechanisms behind the Demon King's power system? Wondered how they attain such strength at the game's outset, or why they seem to advance in levels more swiftly and efficiently than the heroes?Well... this is what our MC will discover very soon.---0---