Stagnant Water of Apocalypse - Chapter 217: Reason For Becoming a Monster (7)

After crossing into the world of Harry Potter as Ron's twin brother, Hoare Weasley awakens the “Pay-to-Win System,” which allows him to grow stronger as long as he has Galleons.Others rely on hard work to study; Hoare relies on Galleons.Others depend on wit to learn; Hoare depends on Galleons.Others rely on talent to improve; Hoare still depends on Galleons!As long as he's willing to pay, he can take down Malfoys, Blacks, Lestranges—anyone! With enough money, he could even take a swing at Dumbledore himself.Thus, the title of “money-obsessed lunatic” quietly rises within Hogwarts.You-Know-Who: “I hear your magic is impressive. I want you to kill someone for me.”Hoare: “One hundred Galleons.”You-Know-Who: ...

Three years ago, President Qiao did not hesitate to sign the papers when Xia Ning placed the divorce papers in front of him.

Three years later, she is an up-and-coming star in show biz; watched by the public but knee-deep in scandals.

He is a resolute emperor in the business world; powerful and omnipotent.

Their paths were supposed to be separate and independent, but—

Standing at her door, the legendary ruthless and unyielding diamond bachelor asks for a remarriage. A cute bun appears from behind and gazes at Xia Ning with his big, starry eyes. “Mummy, Daddy will cook, I will warm the bed, please take us in.”

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I have studied the history and tales of the gods all my life and one of all the gods the one I hated the most was Zeus.So it was just my luck that I was reborn as that bastard.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.