MTL - Pirates: The Revenge of the Family, Kill All the Tianlong People! - Chapter 77

[Fiction from the 1980s] Su Wen read a popular novel about son-in-law in the 1980s. The hero is a tough guy with a sense of security, but at the same time he is a bit dark-bellied and sullen.

It was the style she liked, so with a wave of her hand, she rewarded one million reading coins—and then she became the hero’s scumbag ex-wife.

In the book, the original body, as the head of the family who recruits a family at home, does not want to stand up for the family, but is a love brain. Don’t want to have huge golden thighs, but was instigated by the little white flower heroine, and fell in love with the scumbag from the next village.

After Su Wen came through, she hugged the male lead’s golden thigh tightly, and worked hard to make money and become rich. As a result, the younger sisters were too competitive, crying and shouting to recruit a son-in-law at home like the older sister, and they gave birth to a baby with the surname Su.

So, Su Wen started the rhythm of choosing her son-in-law every day, all of them are handsome and talented. One body is better than the other, and the family background is better than the other. It’s so hard to choose!

Someone who was left out aggressively blocked her behind the door: “Am I handsome? Is my figure good? Is my family strong?”

Su Wen: “…But they are my sister-in-law.”

“My whole body is yours. I will give you the passbook, and I will give you my life.”

The next day, Su Wen woke up and looked at more than twenty passbooks, lost in thought…

- Description from novelbuddy

In a survival game to select new Gods, mankind is summoned to another world filled with different races.

In the age of giant ships and cannons, in the digital interstellar era, there is no martial arts, no mechs, pure interstellar warfare, and giant ships and cannons fighting against each other.

There are digital warships, frigates, destroyers, cruisers, battleships, dreadnought flagships, Titan super flags, and even mobile fortresses and mobile battle stars.

The passionate interstellar battle, the battle of civilizations, and the battle of thousands of titans super flag.

Countless alien civilizations compete for living space, and the result of the failure of the cruel civilization war is the end of civilization, and the survival of hundreds of millions of species is in your mind.

The flesh and blood are weak, and the machinery soars.

Design evolution, gene soaring.

The heart is better than things, and the spirit can soar.

Spiritual disasters, insect disasters, high-dimensional demons, and the agreement to revive.

Key words: leading the mainstream, data flow, interstellar war, farming, the fourth natural disaster, planetary warship, star fortress, four-dimensional fortress, negative star, etc.

Starting point is the only data-based interstellar war novel, there is no similar genre, don’t miss it when you pass by.

The author also has Wanding’s old book [Global Age of Gods] to enter by clicking on the author’s name.

- Description from novelbuddy

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.