Dominating Martial King - Chapter 57 - 54 Wind and Thunder

Su Xiaoxiu failed the college entrance exam and was admitted to a private university instead. Looking at the expensive tuition bill, her whole family was worried about how to pay for it. Should she take a gap year and retake the exam?

Just then, she suddenly got a progress system that gave her money every time she walked somewhere?! Looking at the large amount of money in the system, she was determined to improve herself and contribute something useful to society.

Corrupted System Activating…Host: ZaneAge: 0/20Cultivation: NoneSkill: NoneMission: Find Missing System Parts Reward: Voice Feature and More—————Zane, once a ruthless mafia boss, met his end through poison. But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself reborn, with a broken system and a cruel fate. He had only 20 years to live.Before he could even process his situation, his beautiful sexy mother abandoned him. As if that wasn’t enough, he was thrown into the middle of a deadly desert, left to starve or be devoured by the monsters lurking beneath the sands.Abandoned, Betrayed, powerless will Zane be able to survive, uncover the truth, and reclaim what was stolen from him?—————Here are some additional tags:- Reincarnation- Corrupted System- Betrayal- Sect Building- Monsters & Beasts- Scheming MC- Overpowered Potential- Cruel World- Revenge- Beautiful Step Sister- Body Refining- Hidden Bloodline...

In the world of demons and demons, a hundred ghosts travel at night.Qin Feng, who accidentally crossed over, came to this troubled world with no lofty ambitions.He only wanted to protect himself and enjoy the rest of his life safely.But the sky does not fulfill people’s wishes, excellent men are so outstanding everywhere.The ancestor made a marriage contract, and the talented young lady of the Liu family became a wife.

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.”