Descent of the Demon Master - Chapter 883: Excessive (3)

Ten years ago, John and his parents were transported into a game world.This young man, full of ambition to conquer the world, unfortunately awakened the weakest class—Furniture Maker.But what troubled John most wasn’t his class.Like most transmigrators, he had a system.The only problem was—This system kept granting him strange and absurd skills.[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve acquired a concept-level skill: Absolute Diarrhea Technique. Your basic attacks will cause opponents to suffer explosive diarrhea until complete exhaustion. Any creature without an anus is unworthy of being your enemy!][Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve acquired a concept-level skill: Mummification Wrapping Technique. Bandages crafted by you can heal all things!][Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve acquired a concept-level skill: You may steal and copy the abilities of anyone named John!][Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve acquired a bonus concept-level skill: You may forcibly rename anyone to John!]…Years later, in the Divine Realm, a lone figure stood tall above the heavens.As the sacred hymns echoed, he raised a finger—And all the gods clenched their anuses in fear.

Want to get super vision? Then let’s get some eagle blood.

Want to get super power? Blood of the Bear works great.

Are you going to surpass humans? Exactly, I have vampire blood here.

Do you want to be the ultimate creature? Very well, I have a drop of the blood of the ancient gods here.

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Become the headless mayor of the ancient, chaotic city of Arkham, where the gods breed.

Starting from blood therapy, Ross built an extraordinary shelter, a forbidden library, and a museum of the ancient gods.

Ross: We Arkham are full of talented people, and our folk customs are simple, hey! Don’t run! Haven’t visited Arkham Sanatorium yet!

Farming flow, invincible flow, behind-the-scenes black hand flow, Cthulhu.

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The loyal little assistant made a wish to heaven on behalf of her boss, hoping that the boss can get rid of her unmarried scumbag husband as soon as possible, and by the way, meet someone who is sincere to her boss.
The boring Tianzun in the sky accidentally heard the little assistant’s wish, and she made a difficult decision to throw her most beloved and stupid apprentice down, lying perfectly on the bed Wen Jinyu, the assistant’s boss, was on the bed.
Wen Jinyu, who just came out of the shower, raised his eyebrows when he saw a person in ancient costume on his bed. Did this person time travel?
Su Jingke was very confused after seeing Wen Jinyu, didn’t she just doze off, why did she come to the new world? ? ?

Deputy cp:
Shu Xiaoran was very fascinated, didn’t she just take a promotional photo for a celebrity, why was she abducted by Xiao Xiaoxiao? ? ? And that second-tier Xiao Hua dared to touch her! Don’t you know that I’m your boss’ best friend! ! !
Tianzun was also very fascinated, didn’t she just come down to see the little apprentice, why was she being targeted by a fox? ? ? And that fox wants to sleep with her, don’t you know I’m a god! Still very powerful! ! !
Resolute cookie, no big abuse!

Content Tags: supernatural, supernatural, love in the city, entertainment circle, sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Su Jingke, Wen Jinyu ┃ Supporting roles: Shu Xiaoran, Xiao Xiaoxiao, Bai Jue, Tianzun, Shu Huiran ┃ Others: Sweet Wen Su Su Su Shuang

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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.”