MTL - Public Executions From King Duma - Chapter 575 Tohsaka Rin's Power of Death (4K)

Shocking! Southgate's number one wealthy family, the Hawthorne Family, wants to choose a mother for the young prince, and the North Family's fake daughter will become the Young Madam of the Hawthorne Family by arranged marriage.The fake daughter occupies a magpie's nest, is uneducated, and has a child out of wedlock, causing everyone in the circle to be against her.Everyone is waiting for the Hawthorne Family to kick her out.Raina North is also waiting.However——Breaking news! The Hell King Hawthorne kneels on the street to put shoes on his beloved wife's feet.Breaking news! The Hell King Hawthorne spends three billion to buy an unclaimed island, and fake daughter Raina North happily becomes the island owner.Breaking news! The space agency discovers a new planet, and an unknown wealthy businessman purchases the naming rights. The world now has a 'Raina Star'.The gossip watchers are a bit stunned, and Raina North, who is sharpening her knives for a battle, is also a bit stunned.What the hell is the starry sea, when the plan was supposed to be a flash marriage and a flash divorce leading to the pinnacle of life?Divorce, must divorce.Bobby says: “Agree, I'm with Mommy.”The second child says: “Agree, maintenance should be a hundred billion first.”The third child says: “Agree, I'll immediately call Daddy Jiang, Uncle Ling, Brother Bo... They've been waiting for this day for many years.”A certain man, carrying the newborn fourth child, sighs and continues to feed.

Should an untalented guy like me die?Then I’m going to die.I will die as you so desire.After dying, I will challenge the world again.Until I kill this tr*sh-like world!

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”

I see dead people.But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special.For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living.Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit.My gift is granting wishes.I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price.I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness.But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything.After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.My name is Hattie, welcome to my world.Would you like a cup of tea?