World’s Best Martial Artist - Chapter 262 - Only Appearances?

The new book “Rebirth in the Tokyo Bubble Era” has been uploaded and is collected by Urban Business Literature.

Gu Song, a graduate of Yan University, was reborn back to his sophomore year in 2001.

A new life script, derailed by a book that popped into my head.

From then on, the liberal arts masters need to study the black technology of science and engineering with heart.

From then on, bargain hunting for Internet giants and building a business empire are only basic conditions.

The countdown is beating, money is in competition, technology is in competition, and control is in competition!

In this life, fate must be in your own hands!

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Liam who was born from a once prestigious household was found out to be a genuis of magic, genuis that appeared only once in a minnelium but as he reached the age of awakening the system it was found out that he was no different than a normal human although he had legendary skills they all appeared to be locked.Now living with his single mother who was struggling financially Liam could not bear to see his beloved mother in such a state.One day while on his way to town he mistakingly entered a dungeon and that marked the beginning of his new life...

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”