The President is Being Shameless Again - Chapter 359 - I’m Hungry Too, I’ll Get You Takeaway Once I’ve Had My Fill

In this world, laws are nothing but chains for the weak.The rich buy innocence. The powerful twist the truth.Justice? It was sold long ago to businessmen and politicians.He was no one. Shy, awkward, powerless. The kind of man people ignored.Until one day… a god descended.The forgotten God of Justice chose him as vessel.Chains of light tore through the darkness, dragging the guilty to their knees.And then, in his mind, glowing words appeared—[Justice Avatar System Activated][Skill Unlocked: Chain of Justice — Binding]Effect: No corrupt soul may escape once bound.From that day on, criminals trembled.The rich cried out. The politicians tried to resist.But when the chains fell, even their power meant nothing.The world called him a monster.The people whispered another name—“The Underworld Judge.”But he only said one thing:“I am the law. I am the verdict. I am justice.”

Nikola Tesla, the genius, a man who lost everything to balant capitalism and betrayal, awakens to find himself reborn as an orphan. What is this world? Why is he here? And will he once again fall for the capitalistic betrayal or pave his own way? What would happen if his genius adapts to cunningness of the society?

Listen here, because I've seen it with my very own eyes.William Oh was born on the hundredth floor of The Tower, to the greatest Climbers of the ancient world, steeped in the Tower's lethal miasma from the moment he drew breath, giving him strange and unnatural powers.They say he is an immortal being who circles the dreams of mortal men, resurfacing wherever the need is greatest. Those who disparage him will fall into despair, but if you're a Climber in a tight scrape, look to the sky and say a little prayer.Maybe he will appear?Odds are probably better if you pay for my drink.- Rumor overheard on a 1st Floor Tavern. Originator did not pay his tab.

On the server “Altar,” a high-class survival game was officially launched. Survival was the only logic in the human game of alliance, betrayal, and human-natured games of deceit and treachery. After the smoke of gunpowder ends, only the survivors can speak.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the amnesiac An Wujiu saw a person at his side killed. While in confusion, a floating green typeface appeared before him.

Variable Name: An Wujiu
Attributes: Male, 20 years old
Game Rounds: 5
Win Rate: 100/100
Danger Rank: SSS

No wonder they were afraid.

The first time he saw An Wujiu, Shen Ti felt curious. The kindness and fragility in those eyes were not fake, so how could he survive in the Altar? It was until he saw the man had a sudden personality change. He recklessly gambled regardless of the cost, casually estranged people, grew further excited on the verge of death, and even calculated against himself to win. Only then did Shen Ti realize that it was his own cognitive bias.

Fortunately, he wasn’t a normal person either.

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