Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire - Chapter 129 I am your master

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!

Wen Tian, on the way to send off his sister, was kidnapped by some people.

The multitude of bandits, happy and delighted: Boss, Boss, we have kidnapped a pleasant-looking wife for you.

Wen Tian: QAQ

The Bandit Head: Come, my wife, let me look at you, baby.

SiFang Town has been bustling with liveliness recently. The town’s best-looking Young Master Wen, has been missing for half the month and then suddenly returned with a man.

The wild man, called Chu XiangTian, is the head of the bandits in the Western Mountain. Rumors said that it is a devil who kills people without blinking.

Everyone sighs incessantly, Young Master Wen is truly pitiful…

Young Master Wen, who the people said were pitiful, with widely round eyes stared fiercely, “You sleep in the study room at night!!”

The tall and burly man immediately had a black face.

Wen Tian with sunken lips, said “You are being fierce….. QAQ”

Chu XiangTian soften, itching to hold that person in his arms.

- Description from Novelupdates

Mythological revival, Blue Planet suddenly expanded hundreds of times, countless creatures from ancient myths appeared, dividing territories.Strange beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, apocalyptic beasts from Western mythology, colossal demonic bodies from the deep sea...Xu Zhou traveled to this dangerous parallel world and discovered that he had a clone of a giant rooster.Moreover, he obtained the talent to gain one kilogram every day.This talent continued to upgrade with the evolution of the clone, one hundred kilograms a day, ten thousand kilograms a day...From then on, a Kun with unlimited growth ability started to grow infinitely, gradually evolving into a mythical beast.One thousand jin, ten thousand jin, one hundred thousand jin...Years later.“My current weight is 90 trillion trillion tons, with a punch that can kill a mythical creature.” In the starry sky, Xu Zhou stared at a mythical giant beast in the void, with icy killing intent in his eyes.The next second, the planet-sized body surged suddenly...

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.”