The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 595 Flash Photos Are Evil

Xuan travels to another world, and everyone can be reincarnated into another world once for free on the day they turn eighteen, until the end of life.

After each reincarnation, you will be evaluated by the True Spirit Pagoda and get the True Spirit value.

The true soul points can be exchanged for the income of the reincarnation world, such as: exercises, medicines, weapons, etc.

And Yang Xuan, carrying the one-click tracking and one-click full-level system, started a crazy journey of reincarnation.

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Initial world: normal world

One-click tracking: Find the national martial arts boxing method, Bajiquan.

One-click full level: Bajiquan, full level!

Break through the void and see God is not bad!

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The second reincarnation: the world of low martial arts

One-click Tracking: Nine Suns Magic

One-click full level: I Ching washes marrow, all diseases are invulnerable, diamond is not bad, life is endless, good fortune is pure yang

Pure Yang physical body, great master of good fortune.

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When others are still trying to reincarnate into the ordinary urban world,…

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Yu Sui and Shi Luo met each other when they were much younger. One was a pro-gamer, a widely-renowned, best of the best, in-game medic. The other was an e-sports newcomer who was just starting out. The two originally played for the same team, during which their relationship became increasingly deep.

[Not Pursuing a Career, Just Falling in Love]

Lin Jianzhi was a crybaby with overactive tear ducts. She would cry when nervous, cry when happy, and cry even more when sad.

One day, the senior she had secretly loved for years stood in front of her and handed her a pack of tissues.

Zhu Lishen: “Can you stop crying?”

Lin Jianzhi wanted to explain herself but couldn’t stop sobbing uncontrollably.

Zhu Lishen was going crazy: “What exactly do you want? Do you want me?”

Lin Jianzhi was stunned for a moment before bursting into loud wails.

Zhu Lishen: “!!!”

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.”