Rise of the Alchemy God - Chapter 61: Bottleneck

Marked as cursed and a murderer after a mysterious death, Penelope becomes the Lockwoods' outcast. Despite the towns' interest in ruining her, the crown prince ignores all pleas not to court her. With the help of the prince Tyrion Castro, Penelope unravels secrets linked to her parents' past and reclaims her innocence. Betrayal, danger, and love collide in her fight for the truth.

I don’t know the length of Hydra, or the depth of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I don’t know that Ant-Man has an outfit, and I don’t know that the Winter Soldier has an iron fist.

I don’t know that there is chaos in the Bliss Space, and I don’t know that Miss Xiaoyu wants to get married.

I don’t know if the walking corpse is cheating, I don’t know whose fault the alien is.

I don’t know the legend of mutants, I don’t know that Kryptonians can’t afford to provoke them.

I don’t know that Black Panther’s family has a mine, and I don’t know that Iron Man is a mess.

I don’t know what happened to Lei Shen’s family, and I don’t know that Thanos is thinking about making troubles.

He doesn’t know the past or the way forward, he only knows that he stands firm at the critical moment and cannot be cowardly.

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A cursed CD game falls from the sky. I boot it up, build a ridiculously handsome villain with broken talents, and just as I hit “Start”—boom, I get electrocuted.Now I’ve reincarnated as Lucien Caelum Valebrandt, a six-year-old noble and the infamous villain who helped the Abyssians win the last war.Every 500 years, the Abyssian King is reborn. But when the 16 chosen heroes of this generation lost against the battle of the Abyssian King because of my character, the Goddess panicked—and rewound time.Now those same heroes remember everything… and they want me dead.Even though I just got here.All I wanted was to play a game. Now I’m the villain blamed for destroying the world.

When she left the capital city, she was fat, chubby and white in everybody’s eyes. When she returned to the capital city, she was perfect; a goddess in everybody’s eyes.

A reporter once asked her: What do you think is most important for a woman?

She simply smiled and answered: The most important thing is to be good to ourselves.

When a person has a crush, other than the person himself, no one will know.

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