Reincarnated as a Divine Tree - Chapter 136Vol. 1 - - Gathering

The father is kind, the son is filial, the two fools;

Ten thousand years green hat is an egg.

Two-knife flow dragon Varian;

The Endless Ship King Jaina.

Maybe you don’t believe it, in fact, the above black mold turtles are all McDonald’s prodigals.

The days of a prodigal family are so boring and boring, life is always something to pursue, when the road to the god of law opens up in front…

and many more! Who told me that the talent is 1 point of [Brightness], and then all points of [Charge], [Rage], and [Titan’s Grip]?

And… who put the sand sculpture player in! ?

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“You raise your weapon as if it had meaning. My blade had severed meaning itself—you fool.” - Jinn BLADEThrough flames of chaos and the storms of war, Jinn’s story is not for the faint of heart. Fueled by the warmth that surged him forward and born by the catalyst that awoken his true potential and destiny.Through his blades alone shall he cut through destiny.Through his blades alone shall he cut through despair and torment.Through his blades alone shall he cut through his way to stand at the pinnacle of strength.Through his blades alone shall his enemies know fear. Fear of his strength and fear of his name.Jinn Blade is his name.This Novel falls into the Science Fantasy Genre and involves a lot of medieval fantasy elements while mixing together sci-fi elements.[Warning: This novel contains sensitive scenarios]

Before her rebirth, she was abandoned by her parents, then murdered by her seemingly pure but vile younger sister. After her rebirth, she kicked all her scum boyfriends to the curb and began a campaign of abuse against the superficially perfect. Rumors were rife on the internet that Qin Sheng was a kept woman? A bunch of computer nerds, "Let's hack the keyboard warriors' computers." The first director, "Boss, have you written the script yet?" The medical expert, "Sheng Sheng, our research institute will give you 100 million. When will you be able to join our team?" A famous painter, "Sister Sheng, take me along when you hold your art exhibition." The CEO of a billion-dollar company, "Boss, when are you going to publicly disclose your identity?" Finally, a big boss pulled Qin Sheng into his arms. "Sheng Sheng, I've transferred all the assets under my name to you." Netizens, "?? This world has suddenly become crazy?" She was a business genius, a computer genius, a legendary screenwriter, a legendary painter, and a legendary medical expert. It remained to be seen how she would create flourishing prosperity. (The male protagonist has a propensity for recognizing bitches, but is infinitely sweet and doting to the female protagonist!)

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.”