The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot - Chapter 697: The Journey Home

The Hero Age— circa 3113 ad. An age where humans have developed superpowers such as superspeed, superstrength, and every cliche superhero power there is. But not everyone awakened superhero powers.

A tad 1% of the population were unawakened and Satoshi is one of them... or so he thought.

It all started when he wished for a System-like ability in front of a retro computer, which in turn granted it the power of the System. What Satoshi didn't know is that he holds the power to transform/evolve animals and inanimate objects.

How will Satoshi's life evolve after this newfound power? Will he finally be the very best like no one ever was?

When disaster struck, Ling Mo knew that the kinds of zombies depicted in doomsday movies would in fact, be totally different from reality…

[CONTENT WARNING: Graphic violence, profanity, dark humor, 18+]“The Resurrection System is Absolute.”Stabbed? Werewolf transformation. Poisoned? Immunity. Crushed? Teleportation.For every death he gets an ability. An F rank shit ability, but an ability nonetheless. It's up to Kurt to level up the abilities he thinks are worth growing.If F rank Pyrokinesis is good for lighting his cigarette, maybe SSS rank flames burn different.There's a catch however. Even life and death has rules and a cosmic order that enforces them.But what are they going to do? Kill him? Yeah, good luck with that.#System#Resurrection#Harem#MemoryLoss#Guild#Dungeon#Comedy#Weaktostrong

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box.Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village.He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure…Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land.A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village.A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit’s blade.Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.