Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1447 - 57: Patriarch of True Martial_2

Many strange phenomena have been happening in Yin City. Li Ang—whose alias is Li Risheng—becomes embroiled in an absolute real game of life-and-death, known as Killing Field.Using his above average analytical and deductive skills, he completes different quests assigned by the system, such as eliminating supernatural beings or solving cases, while trying to unravel the true nature of the game.

I finally managed to kill the demon lord.

Just a warning, only read this if you want a proper story with meaning. If you just some powerup and fight and then some powerup and fight, this is not the story for you.The MC will be overpowered, but it does not mean his fights will be easy. Side characters wont be left behind either.------------------------In the beginning, an omnipotent being existed alone in an endless void, creating the universe to escape eternal solitude. Granting all lifeforms freedom and the potential to ascend, he hoped for companions to share in his divine existence.Over millennia, three mortals—Arcturus, a brave warrior; Selene, a wise sage; and Lysander, a compassionate healer—rose to power, guided subtly by their creator. Their journey towards divinity, however, turned dark as ambition and envy led them to betray their creator, resulting in his fall.Before vanishing, the original god established Gaia, a system ensuring universal balance and order. Countless years later, he is reborn as Theos, a mortal child in a humble village. Unaware of his past, Theos awakens the SSS Creator System, unlocking immense potential. With this newfound power, he embarks on a journey to restore cosmic balance and confront ancient betrayal, setting him on a path destined for greatness.Give it a try and let me know how is it.

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.