From Abyssal Invasion to Bursting Stars with a Single Sword - Chapter 872 - 508: Opening the Star Gate, Teleportation Nanorobot_2

Keep it in the family, Liend.Note: All characters depicted in intimate scenes — or in any context implying intimacy — are 18 years or older and of consenting age

“Mu Yingying,” or the Seventh Young Lady of the Mu family, vividly remembers the cruel past life she endured.Due to the evil schemes of her stepmother and half-sister, the three descendants of the Mu family met tragic ends...The eldest son died dishonorably, the eldest daughter became mentally deranged,And she, the second daughter, was unjustly sentenced to death!Even her own father heartlessly cast his children aside...Now, she has returned once again, to the third year of the Xingping era, when “Mu Yingying” was only 5 years old.She has come back to the starting point of everything!Very well... She will drag the traitors down into the depths of hell.Her return is not for forgiveness... but to reclaim what is rightfully hers and to exact retribution on those who wronged her!“Death is not the end, but the beginning of the regret you will face.”

Promise transmigrated to the TYPE-MOON world and became one of the students of Waver Velvet at the Clock Tower.But a dream must eventually come to an end.Upon waking from a night's sleep, he recalled his identity as a transmigrator and also discovered his golden finger.A Heroic Spirit Class Card.It can take Promise to different eras, and by leaving behind corresponding legends, he can ultimately ascend to the Throne of Heroes!He thus travelled to ancient Greek mythology and Norse mythology.Promise: “I heard after death, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes. What are you waiting for, come on, kill me!”(PS: This book is not a traditional simulator story; its content mainly revolves around the Age of Gods, hence the Age of Gods is a long narrative!I didn't use TYPE-MOON in the title as it was already too large)

Is there anything as true happiness?Even a mute girl like me wonder.Once lost in my world of oblivion but now in light of the dirty secrets that played behind me.Murder like common theft and even crime, like the play of little children.who would lead the dynasty? I wonderlies after lies, hypocrisy stench like the smell of laundry making me pounder.It is no longer a mere selection but now the survival of the fittest.I have to become the heiress which I've been named either by hook or by crook, even if it means relaying on the influence of the man I've been sold toit's now time I cause havoc and disrupt the peace of many, causes the downfall of many, and place many on their toes as they try to discover who the orchestrator isBut who would ever suspect a mute?