MTL - People Are In Marvel, Behind the Scenes - Chapter 249 Siege Surtur

A young boy was living peacefully.

Although he was poor and alone, he was happy with what he had.

Until one day, a girl came into his lonely life, making it worth living.

However, this also didn't last long when the girl he considered his only family in the world got afflicted with a mysterious illness!

In the end, he sold his parent's house, the last memory he had of them, hoping to save his Lil Sis.

He was even willing to live in the slums if he could save her and, for the first time in his life, stop this tragedy from happening!

But fate yet played another trick on him when a greedy shop owner sold him fake medicine and tricked all the money he got after selling his parents' house!

After being pushed into the corner, he hated those treacherous people; he hated the unfair life, and he even hated Heaven itself!

In the moment of hatred and helplessness, he holloed to the sky,
"IF I HAVE THE POWER, I'LL STEAL FROM HEAVEN ITSELF, JUST LIKE HOW IT STEALS EVERYONE FROM ME!"

However, this boy didn't know that this absurd wish would be granted one day by something called the system, and it would also force him to walk on the path of a THIEF!

A path that was despised and loathed by Heaven itself!

Back in 1998, an ordinary person who has been through, tired, cried, and fought, hopes to run down-to-earth and keep up with the trend of the times.

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Entering the mortal world for a hundred generations, do not compete for the youth of one life, but only for the day and night of a hundred generations.

Seeking immortals in the world of mortals.

My name is Li Qing. I have escaped from the mortal world in the third life, entered the Tao in the ninth life, and become immortal in the hundredth life.

(longevity stream, non-simulator, non-reincarnation rebirth)

(Bai Shi Shou Yuan, One Life Life)

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.