Urban Seduction: Housewives Club - Chapter 1309: The Master-Apprentice Dual Cultivation 2

This is a happy story of a lawbreaker who legally obtained a C-level skill from an agent, was forced to replace an A-level item, voluntarily steal a B-level skin, and forcibly smuggled into the world of pirates. .

Assuming that a lieutenant general has an average combat strength of 100, a domineering level of B, a speed level of A, and a strength level of B, if an individual with this goal of growth has an initial combat strength of 1, the average annual growth rate of combat strength is 1.24. The uncertainty increase and decay value caused by the accident is ±2.5, and the trigger conditions of the domineering system are unequal and random. Try to demonstrate the following questions:

1. Describe the nature of the Devil Fruit and explain how it works.

2. Explore what is the mutual restraint mechanism of “Domineering – Fruit”?

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Apollo Leone tried to prolong his life as best as he could. But alas, he couldn’t escape the grasp of death. Even with his talent and being the wealthiest person on Earth, he died on a hospital bed. All his money, power, and influence vanished with his last breath.However, fate proved to be playful.Who would have thought there was a place after death that is neither Hell nor Heaven? There, he met a faceless woman named Aster, who granted him a new life on another planet where strength reigns supreme.But on one condition...Wait?! I have to live my life as a beggar?!Known as the most wealthiest person to have ever live and the person at the very top, how will he adjust to this new world where people can summon meteors, punch through mountains, and cut the sea in half?Beggar Cultivation System Activated!“You received 1 Alm Point!”“You received 1 Alm Point!”“You received 1 Alm Point!”......“You received 100 Alm Points!”“Do you want to advance to the next stage?”“Yes!”

Pei Shu'er finds herself transported into a novel, embodying the notorious role of the Heir's wife. Her husband, the Young Master, is destined to become a charming, powerful, tragic, and disabled villain. Currently, he lies gravely injured and unconscious, and Pei Shu'er is the very catalyst for his dark transformation.From the outset, her husband attempts to strangle her!Surrounded by a family of the elderly, the young, and the injured, Pei Shu'er reluctantly takes on the responsibility of providing for them all. In her left hand, she wields life-saving materials worth billions from her spatial realm; in her right, she brandishes silver needles with the skill to heal the dying.She opens shops, promotes trade, advances technology, and builds cities, transforming the desolate land into the first city defending the border. Single-handedly, she fortifies the frontier and earns the reverence of all as Miss Pei.After curing the villain's leg ailment, he rises through military achievements to become a Great General, and later expands his territory to become the supreme emperor. Having repaid the debts of her original self, Pei Shu'er believes their obligations are settled and presents the divorce papers as per their agreement.The villain, who once sought to strangle her, now stubbornly pulls her into his embrace. “My heart belongs to you. Where else do you think you're going?”

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”