Athanasia: My Hacker System - Chapter 241: What is Your Type, John Mirage?

Eighteen-year-old Chen Yuan experienced the first love of his life, but it was an online relationship.His girlfriend was lively and cute, quirky and mischievous, and very good at making people happy. Chen Yuan thought she must also be an adorable girl in real life... As it turned out, when she appeared, she was wearing high heels, with an elegant and intellectual demeanor, and was his university professor?

Douluo Continent, Star Luo Empire, Star Luo City.In the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Dueling Competition, Liu Xing looked coldly at Shrek Academy's last hope on the opposite side and said, “Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, surrender now, and no one will get hurt.”High above Shrek City, Liu Xing stared at the Radiant Holy Dragon soaring into the sky and said in a deep voice, “Ten thousand years of Shrek, today you will be erased.”Facing the Sea God Tang San, who had illegally descended to the lower realm, Liu Xing's voice was like a chilling wind, icy and bone-piercing: “Sea God Tang San, you have violated the law and recklessly interfered with the lower realm. You are courting death.”Hearing this, Tang San was momentarily stunned. Why did these words sound so familiar?••••There is only one single female lead for now but there are many female characters who will have feelings for mc.••••

Six months ago, tens of thousands of black phantom towers appeared all over the world, floating above the cities. Chemists, physicists, religious people… all of them could do nothing.

Six months later, people became used to the towers and no longer paid them attention.

One day, Tang Mo saw a flying insect crash into it instead of going through it. The next day, a sharp and clear child-like voice issued an announcement to all humans.

“Ding dong! November 15th, 2017. The earth is online.”

The black tower’s three iron-clad rules:

1. Everything is explained by the black tower.

2. 6 o’clock to 18 o’clock is the game time.

3. All players, please strive to attack the tower.

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A broken prince, a shadowy scheme, all that amidst a bloody fight for a throne wrongly succeeded. Join a group of youngsters as they take their first steps into the martial world, towards the grandest adventure of their lives. It all begins in a certain inn, set against verdant mountains and facing a scenic lake.

“Bring us your finest wine and best meat!” Yelled a hulking man who seemed to be the leader of the dozen strong group.

“How much?” The waiter anxiously nodded his head.

“As much as you have!” The hulking man yelled back.

“That’s…”

“HUH?” The hulking man shot the waiter a furious glare.

“Dear guests, our inn operates on the principle of ‘pay first, dishes later’. As such, it will be better if you tell us exactly how much meat and wine you need.” Xiao Se returned their furious stares with a thin smile.

“Who are you supposed to be?” The hulking man eyed him with bulging eyes.

“This humble one is known as Xiao Se, the owner of this inn, the Fallen Snow Villa.” Xiao Se replied with the same smile and with a level of courtesy worth a solid 12/10.

“Well, we have no money.” The hulking man stabbed his blade into one of the nearby tables.

“Oh?”

“But I’m sure you have some!” The man pointed his finger at Xiao Se.

At that, Xiao Se furiously shook his head. “I’m sorry to break it to you but our little inn hasn’t made a single sale in almost a month. I’m about to owe them salaries myself…”

“Like hell if I care!” The hulking man smashed his palm down on the table. “Even if you have no money, that fur coat of yours should at least be worth a hundred odd silvers.”

“NONSENSE!” Yelled Xiao Se, eyes wide open and gaze as sharp as daggers.

The hulking man was stunned, his body even shivering involuntarily for that split second.

“I, Xiao Se, ride only the finest horse and wear only the richest threads! This fur coat of mine was specially sewn by some of the finest seamstresses in the imperial capital in the August Threads. Just sewing it took three whole months, shipping it, another one. Hmph, a hundred silvers? That’s not even enough to buy the sleeves of my coat!”