Death Sutra - Chapter 27 - Kung Fu Practice

Shocking! The Tyrant's Group Pampered Baby Is Heavenly Dao's Own Daughter【New Book “Exile? Extinguish the Kingdom? She Empties the Treasury and Rebel with Her Baby” Released】【1V1, Sweet Pampering, No Abuse】Bai Xilie, the tyrant who founded Great Chu, accidentally lost his only daughter during the chaos of war! After finding her again like a madman, he instantly transformed into a daughter slave, showering her with love!Unfortunately, not long after Great Chu was founded, the national treasury was empty, and rebellions broke out everywhere, with remnants of the former dynasty surfacing one after another!Bai Zhi'er, as the own daughter of Heavenly Dao, was utterly fearless: “Father, don't be afraid, I've got this!”Natural disasters and human calamities? All resolved with Jinli's fortune!Fake princess vying for favor? Slap her face swollen!People's literacy is low? Establish the Wen Mansion to bring about an era of flourishing scholarly contention!However, Bai Zhi'er always remembered Heavenly Dao mother’s advice: transform five major villains to stabilize her father's throne!…Not long after, each villain more ruthless than the last joined the team of the great tyrant, pampering the little princess Bai Zhi'er to high heaven!The Princely Heir skilled in both poison and medicine: “Saying Zhi'er is a fake princess? Do you not want your eyes for my medicine?”The temperamental Third Brother: “Who bullied my sister? I'll lead troops to flatten your whole family!”The reborn chief minister of nobility: “Bai Zhi'er is my sworn sister, she must not cry, or I'll have you die!”The Emperor from an enemy kingdom as the godfather: “If you are wronged in the Chu Kingdom, we from Great Qin will exact double return for you.”Four villains are all settled, only the last one remains, and he doesn't want anything, leaving the little one at her wit's end!The handsome, paranoid Demon Lord youth smiled unrestrainedly: “Zhi'er, the world is vast, yet aside from my embrace, you're not allowed to go anywhere, come here for a hug.”

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.

"God of Mischief is interested in you and wants you to be his emissary. Do you accept?"

With blood and wounds covered his entire body, the voice echoing inside his mind was like that of a hope shining upon him.

In the glorious future era, mankind had discovered the bottom of the sea and conquered the sky, but they also accidentally opened the Pandora box that shouldn't be opened. They found a place where lived numerous unknown creatures.

Here, humans will wrest their lives to step upon their greatest evolution and create their own myths, including Theodore.

Faced with betrayals, surrounded by beasts, and faced with imminent death, he answered with resolve and tenacity.

"Yes!"

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