MTL - Law of the Devil - Chapter 47 [hot goods in the secret room]

In an era where human advancement stagnates, mankind faces devastating defeat in a galaxy-wide struggle against countless alien races. Amid internal chaos and external threats, a shocking discovery emerges through a broadcast program—a peerless genius named Jiang Que, exiled on a forsaken planet. Jiang Que develops revolutionary cultivation techniques that not only transform various human industries but also offer a path to extending lifespans and evolving into higher beings. As humanity deploys every strategy to steal his secrets, alien factions and their traitorous agents stop at nothing to sabotage his progress. Now, at the center of a cosmic storm, Jiang Que must face enemies from all sides. The Latest Updates All People Want My Created Cultivation Skills – C2 C2 - Creating a Cultivation MethodTime flies.Jiang Que, with his striking looks, had the most viewers in his live broadcast room, peaking at over 100,000.​Yet, after spending a considerable amount of time seated cross-legged in a cave, the audience began to lose interest, and the viewership started to plummet. In an era where human advancement stagnates, mankind faces devastating defeat in a galaxy-wide struggle against countless alien races. Amid internal chaos and external threats, a shocking discovery emerges through a broadcast program—a peerless genius named Jiang Que, exiled on a forsaken planet. Jiang Que develops revolutionary cultivation techniques that not only transform various human industries but also offer a path to extending lifespans and evolving into higher beings. As humanity deploys every strategy to steal his secrets, alien factions and their traitorous agents stop at nothing to sa

Chu Qiao was known as Agent 005 within the Secret Service’s 11th Division in her former life. She was locked up in the Secret Service’s prison as she was framed. After she successfully broke out from prison, she sacrificed her life bravely to preserve the Secret Service by defusing a bomb meant to wipe them out.

Her previous life was pitiful. Soon after her birth, her father abandoned his wife and daughter for his first love and left for the city. Her mother left her at her grandmother's house, being indifferent to her suffer, and even schemed to marry her to her couin's lover. What's more, after escaping to the city, she was betrayed by her stepmother and stepsister, being stolen one of her kidneys! Without knowing the truth, she mistook them as benefactors, serving them just as a maid. She later found the truth and accidentally acquired a special space, enjoying good life for about two years before dying suddenly and inexplicably.After being reborn, she strived to avoid the pitfalls of her former life, yet was nearly overwhelmed by the truth when she discovered it.It turned out that the stepmother she hated most was actually her biological mother, and the person she most respected in her former life was actually her father.In her previous life, she had never been in love, and she was uninterested after her rebirth until she inadvertently stumbled upon love and extreme doting.In his previous life, he was also pitiable, but later became extremely wealthy. In this life, because of her, he became even more domineering.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]