Infinite Bloodcore - Chapter 322 - : Section 110: Truth Divine Pupil

What was in the container that nobody wanted?What could be found in an abandoned warehouse?You thought there was only junk? No, no, no!Antique jewelry, limited edition racing cars, aerospace instruments, helicopters, cattle'... be creative so that you'd come up with a lot more!With the ability to turn waste into treasure, Zhu Yu, who had awakened the heavenly eyes, collected unlimited wealth from the unclaimed containers, and walked step by step on the road to success!

Take you to appreciate the wonderful life in the world of film and television……

“Love in a Courtyard”, “Golden Years”, “Ode to Joy”, etc.

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What is my existence? What am I?Since his birth, Aldrian Aster had never been an ordinary human. One day, a screen appeared in his sight with a message:I’m tied to the universe.I’m tied to nature.All of this is my own karma.Why I am different is also my destiny.My domain encompasses all things.There is nothing that can escape my view.There is nothing that can escape my sense.There is nothing that can escape my will.As he read these words, Aldrian understood that this was part of his destiny.Abnormal cultivation?Rapid comprehension?Mastering everything?Creating techniques effortlessly?This was his journey towards discovering his 'true' self.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”