Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons - Chapter 1367 - 802 It’s Your Turn to Enter the Scene_2

[Ding........ ][System Binding.......][10%..........][20%..........][40%..........][60%..........][80%..........][100%........][ Congratulations, Host! The Strongest Family System has been bound! ]----------------------------“Huh? I’ve transmigrated…” Arthur muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he surveyed his bewildering new surroundings. Confusion washed over him like a tidal wave.-----------------------------Arthur was just an ordinary corporate worker, an overworked cog in the relentless machine of corporate life.After seven grueling days of nonstop overtime, his body finally gave out, collapsing right before his computer screen at home.He thought that was it; he thought he was dead. But little did he know, fate had something extraordinary in store for him.Instead of fading into oblivion, Arthur found himself thrust into a vast and unfamiliar world, one ten times larger than Earth itself!To his astonishment, he had become the head of the Osborn family, a once-mighty lineage now teetering on the brink of destruction.Bound by the standard configuration for all transmigrators: The System which is the [Strongest Family System ], Arthur faced an epic challenge: to transform the faltering Osborn family into the most powerful dynasty in existence.Join Arthur on this thrilling adventure as he navigates treacherous waters filled with intrigue, power, influence and danger.Can he lead a declining family back to glory and secure their place at the top?

I have a foster father…

Um, that’s not the important part. I just want to say, why doesn’t he understand the differences between boys and girls in this world? He insists a pornographic picture is actually a diagram of acupuncture points. And also…why did he raise me as a boy for 15 years?! It’s impressive that he can write prescriptions, but I studied poisons.

But, why is he a Fang Hua Beast…

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”

The antique market that is filled with treasures and trash.