MTL - The Mad Cultivator - ~ Chapter 51: Blood Refinery

(A world is 40~50 chapters long, wear slowly)
An Yinong died young, and a system came to him: Our goal is to torture the mind and body, and make the scumbag crematorium!
An Yinong: Rejected.
The first world: the modern entertainment circle (overhead) has been completed.
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he has gone to the chasing dream music scene, and the scumbag, the scumbag’s Bai Yueguang, and the scumbag’s enemy are all chasing, but none of them have caught up.
system:……
The Second World: Ancient Paranormal (Overhead) has been completed.
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he went to the imperial examination to help the poor, and took the path of the scumbag, leaving the scumbag with nowhere to go.
system:……
The Third World: Era Harbor City (Overhead) has been completed.
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he opened two vests to draw comics, and the two vests are falling in love and killing each other.
system:……
The Fourth World: Interstellar Zerg (Alternate) Completed
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he awakened to become the ‘Queen’ during the live broadcast of Survival, and the higher Zerg were crying and shouting to tear themselves into pieces to feed the ‘Queen’.
system:……
The Fifth World: Reiki Recovery (Overhead) has been completed.
System: After kicking the boss, did the host do the task obediently?
No, he’s trying to be a mediocre pet groomer in a world full of mutants.
An Yinong (shou), who is conscientious in his career, & Han Yu (attack), who is conscientious in love, two-way arrows, 1V1.
1, the main subject, micro-people fans.
2. Relaxed and cool writing, the main plot is supplemented by feelings.
3. The first small world ending is be, and then all he. (The unacceptable little angel is cautious)
4. Daily change.

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There was breaking news in Beijing. “Master Qiao’s wife for twelve years ran away! Without taking her son with her!”

Rumors spread like wildfire. Some said that Master Qiao was two-faced with a cold attitude which led to an unhappy marriage. Others said his wife got together with another man. And a few said, their son was too ugly.

One day, the little boy found Ye Jiaqi and cried,” Qiqi, daddy says I was bought from a pet shop.”

“How can you buy such a gorgeous son from the pet shop,” Ye Jiaqi replied, “You were obviously won… From a lottery.”

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Twenty years ago, he had spoiled her to the heavens. Twenty years later, he spoiled both of them to the heavens and back.

And from then on, Master Qiao had only one person in his heart.

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As a princess that could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne gets kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realizes that she’s in over her head.

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

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“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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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.”