MTL - The Kryptonian of a Certain American Comic - Chapter 335 129. The Wisdom of Locking the Door (Please subscribe for the fourth update!)

In a world where Beast Tamers command respect and wealth, Kai is nothing but a street rat, scraping by on the streets of Ashenford.Orphaned and despised by townsfolk, he's learned to expect nothing more than cold stares and cruel words.His life takes an unexpected turn when he stumbles across an injured beast deep in the wilderness.Kai nurses the creature, forming an unspoken bond that will alter his fate, and he begins to see the harsh realities of a world ruled by power, status, and secrets.

Wang Sheng arrives in a world sealed by qi, where danger lurks at every turn. Fortuitously, he awakens a progress bar that can break through all limits, turning everything into possibility!Inner Core Skill—Refine essence into qi, the fundamental path, eternal void, achieving true immortality!Ba Duan Jin—Constructing the foundation, limitless qi and blood, rebirth from a drop of blood, the flesh becomes sacred!No Life True Void Induction Sutra—A virtual world, infinite simulation, the name of No Life, spread across all heavens!Heaven and Earth, the Ages—Control of time and space, reversing life and death!...The true immortal watching the winds and clouds is me, the No Life True Saint representing transformation is me, the one who controls time and reverses life and death is me, the one using the true vacuum homestead to harvest all realms is also me!--------------------This is a story of Wang Sheng basing on Ba Duan Jin as the foundation, using Inner Core Skill as the fundamental method, achieving everlasting life...

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.