Cultivating With Mutated Heavenly Spirit Roots - Chapter 86: Met

What did you say?Your mobile phones have eight-core processors? 6G of RAM? 256G of storage? Full charge in an hour and a half?Is that supposed to be impressive?Our mobile phones have sixteen-core processors, 12G of RAM, 1T of storage, and can be fully charged in just ten minutes!What did you say?Your power banks have a capacity of 30,000mAh? They feature bi-directional fast charging?Sorry to break it to you, but our power banks have a 100,000mAh capacity. As for bi-directional fast charging technology... our phones with 10,000mAh large battery capacity can be fully charged in just ten minutes. You want to talk about bi-directional fast charging technology?If others have superior products... I'll provide them at a better price... If others provide a better price... I'll just produce an even better product...Superior electronics, superior cars, superior construction...Ever since Lin Yun acquired the Cosmic Trading System, every industry has started to face fierce disruption...Money is only a minor concern, the real power lies in force!Do you say that Lin Yun's aim is to conquer Earth?No! No! No! You're mistaken, his aim is the universe itself!

Somewhere in the wilderness. As soon as Ruan Youqing cleared up the gangsters, he turned around and saw Mr. Shoufu who came behind him. Throwing away the meteor hammer he picked up casually, Ruan Youqing fell into his arms by coincidence.

Ruan Youqing looked shy: “If Master Shoufu hadn’t arrived in time, you Qing would have been in trouble.”

Ignoring the screams and wailing next to his ears, Master Shoufu who did nothing stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on the girl’s face, Then he said without changing his face: “The world is getting worse, people’s hearts are not old. Miss Ruan still has to be careful in the future, after all…you are too weak.”

The gangsters: “…???”

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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.”

The pessimistic and negative daughter of a concubine living in the ancient times thought – since life is so difficult, why should one invest serious effort in struggling to live?

The life of an ancient noble woman is often determined and controlled by her family. Moreover, one’s actions often implicate one’s entire family – thus, it is fairly common to see an unexpected calamity result in suffering borne by one’s whole family. Managing to live a good and successful life while retaining one’s dignity is simply too difficult to achieve.

Ah, living in the ancient times is simply too dangerous – we should all just sleep till we die.