Tempest of the Battlefield - Chapter 648: Martian Brutes

Luke is a half-beast who grew up in the twisty streets of a large city called Oukiwa. Abandoned by his parents as a child, he soon had to learn the arts of thievery to survive.

Even on the fringes of a super-powered society, he has followed a single rule all his life: never get involved with the Adventurers.

However, this rule is broken when his gang begins to hatch a plan to rob the most powerful family in town.

And so begins the chronicles of Luke Lange, a thief with no ancestors who in the future becomes one of the strongest men in history, with powers that are rivaling even the gods.

Who has been harmed by all kinds of superlatives and scum?
But these people climbed faster and higher than anyone else.

Lu Anran just wanted to let these people know what a mountain is higher than a mountain.
Let them know what is real scum, superb and ruthless.

Scumbags: Oh, I’m the best at bullying the small and bullying others with power.
Lu Anran: Sorry, you are not as ruthless as I am in terms of tactics, you are not as important as me in terms of scheming, and in terms of status and strength, you are not as strong as the person standing behind me, tsk tsk tsk, no wonder you are being abused by me.
Scumbags:  …please forgive me.
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Just a little:
Attack: Do you like me?
Lu Anran: I like it, I like you the most in my life!
Attack: What about the next life!
Lu Anran: I will miss you deeply in the next life!
Gong: Don’t let me find it in the next life, or I will…
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Be in charge of Su Su Su Lang into flowers, attack and be in charge of pampering
Every world is HE
Shuangwen

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One sentence introduction: Who can surpass me in terms of ruthlessness and scum.

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I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.