Unsheathed - Chapter 169: Send Someone Who Can Put Up a Fight

“If you were the supreme master of the Dao of Immortals, revered by countless beings, able to glimpse life and death, and understand the destiny, what kind of woman would you seek as a partner?”Jiang Feng: “I would marry an eighteen-year-old.”“...do you want to die?”“I'd rather die to marry an eighteen-year-old.”

Warlock of the Magus World, the world full of deceit, bloodshed, betrayal, backstabbing, logical thinking, profit oriented mindset and myriad of phenomenal mysterious entities. In this world a soul is reincarnated and we embark on a journey of a lifetime, as his ups and downs would be written in the annals of history of the whole Magus World.

A man and a myth would make use of his knowledge of the future, leaving behind the mindset of the past embracing his new identify in a new World.

What would we see? Where will this journey lead? For all the fans of WMW out there, this is your salvation and a chance to once again swim in the deep intoxicating waters of the strange yet intoxicating Magus World.

Died while saving his dear friend and cursing the arrogant general, Leo gets reincarnated into a world ravaged by magical beasts.Here, strength speaks for everything, and the weak are killed at the whims of the strong. Leo awakens as the lowest-tier Beast Master. Just as he was thinking he would again end up under the command of some stupid general who was the reason for his death last time, he received a gift from a mysterious entity.[Primordial Beast Dominion system]Now, surrounded by people who see him as a weakling, his journey to grow the strongest has begun.Where everyone is beating their head to make their beast grow and unlock their potential, Leo uses the system to break his limiter and grow fast and surprisingly strong.With dual talent, a broken system and a yandere sister, he embarks on the journey to rise at the top of the food chain.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.