Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies - Chapter 93 - 17 Aftermath of the Tiger Demon

Tang Feng had been just an ordinary milk tea shop employee before one day, the lady boss called him to her room, and he learned what “hidden rules” really meant...

Luca, killed by the Demon God, woke up to find himself back on the day the “Eternal Game” launched.At this time, the game has just started, and Earth hasn't turned into a monster's paradise; everything is back to the beginning.Determined not to let the tragedies of his previous life repeat, Luca, armed with ten years of gaming experience, re-enters the world of Eternal, only to awaken the unique SSS-level talent!Starting with maxed charm!As he enters the game, pondering how to enhance his strength.A cold voice suddenly calls out: “Adventurer, wait a moment...”

# simulator

Bai Yi transmigrated to a fantasy world and awakened the Immortal Cultivation Simulator. The longer he managed to survive in a simulation, the better the rewards he would obtain.

[You were born into a poor family… you died due to hunger.]

[You were born into a rich family that runs a business… you were killed by kidnappers.]

After failing more than 30 times in the Immortal Cultivation Simulator, Bai Yi wondered whether he was unfit for cultivation. Therefore, he had to rely on others to go through the simulation for him!

[Chen Qianxue, the Holy Maiden of the Soul Sword Clan, has entered into the Immortal Cultivation Simulator upon your invitation.]

[Age 0, Chen Qianxue was born into a poor family.]

[Age 5, Chen Qianxue picked up the manuscript of the Sword Cultivation Technique by chance.]

[Age 8, Chen Qianxue was at the first level of the Qi Refinement stage.]

[Age 164, Chen Qianxue failed while attempting to break through to the next stage. She died due to sudden, unbearable power pushing through her meridians.]

[You acquired the following rewards…]

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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.