MTL - Supreme Little Fisherman - Chapter 1339 Sophisticated Shocked

My name is Lynn, I am fourteen years old, I am from the Rhine, I live at 75 Brilliant Avenue in Catalina, I am unmarried but have a fiancée.

Now I am studying knowledge at the Rhine Institute, and I will go home before eight o’clock every day at the latest, even if I am pestered by my fiancee. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink alcohol, I go to bed at eleven o’clock in the evening, and I guarantee eight hours of sleep. Drink a cup of warm milk before going to bed, wake up and say good morning to the mirror. When the world ushers in the comfort of the morning light of the second day, I will practice the family-inspired swordsmanship as usual. In this way, everyone said I was normal.

–until today.

【Finally you are here! Fire Tong Liu Ming! 】

[Galgame is animated, will there be many exciting parts…..]

【Where the dream begins…… Wait a minute, I’m super! Where is this? Who are you handsome? ! 】

[Let me introduce:]

【What is standing in front of you now is the owner of a special physique who can become a suffering master anywhere. The only owner of the green to shiny crown. The emperor who created the empire and the tyrant who destroyed order. Because he is too miserable, he can’t see others. Well Lived Ultimate Villain – Mr. Lynn Blazer! ! 】

Lynn: “???”

- Description from novelbuddy

In an alternate world, a demon disrupts dynasties, harvests souls, and refines a banner of ten thousand souls.Under the heavenly tribulation, his body and soul are destroyed, but the Ten Thousand Souls Banner protects his undying spirit. Unable to possess a body, he's countered instead.A laid-back young man in society, wielding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, roams the human world.With the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in hand, I refine a Golden Core with good deeds.A slice-of-life story with no ambition for conquest, helping the departed fulfill their wishes, gaining merit to repair the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and enjoying a laid-back life.

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.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?