I’m A Wasteland Giant - Chapter 319: 318: Public Execution!

On a random day, at a random place… I died.And by the grace of gods, got reincarnated in a world that has put a label over my head of Otaku.'Rise of the Thunder Emperor. 'Same clichè dense hero and harem of beauties involved in an Academy setting.I would have accepted my fate if I had gotten in some mob's body but no…I had to be a villain who was destined to taste the awakened power of the protagonist, firsthand.I planned to manage my life through this whole mess and if possible get that milf teacher on the way too.But why the heck this hero is behaving like he knows what I am going to do?Why are these heroines not performing their roles and turning yandere for me but not the protagonist?And the milf I tried to trap is now flirting in the middle of the whole school?Why did things turn out so hectic?___________…A/N: - Give the story at least ten chapters before you guys judge.

Once I’ve become Immortal, then my attempt to conquer the world shall begin.

I, Zhong Shan, in order establish a supreme heavenly dynasty, must marshal all the luck that I can gather to cleanse my own karma. Then I will have the strength to fight heaven itself, create a new world, and live forever.

First: Fate

Second: Luck

Third: Feng Shui

Four: Cultivate Inner Virtue.

Five: Fame

To gain eternal life.

To obtain fame, one must establish a heavenly dynasty and amass the luck of the world!

To cultivate inner virtue, one must establish holy sites and accumulate an immeasurable amount of merit!

To cultivate Feng Shui one must learn to communicate between yin and yang and control the powers of heaven and earth!

To cultivate luck! To cultivate fate!

Ask the whole world, who can have eternal life!

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The war of gods left the earth no winners, but a broken world.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.