Magic Industry Empire - Volume 6 Chapter 175 - This World No Longer Belongs To Magicians

Mysterious identity, three fathers to recognize, space in her left hand, a prince in her right.Building wealth, making big bucks, she never goes easy on the scum, and there's always someone to back her up in a fight.Xie Zhinuan thought, this life is just too sweet, it's not her fault she's so lucky.As for those losers, she really didn't want to fight them, but they asked for a beating by messing with her.All she wanted was to focus on her business, never thinking about marriage, especially not to someone so high-ranking and powerful... too scary, just too scary...Lately, what everyone was curious about was, “Did the Emperor succeed in his confession today?”

Longevity Celestial Dynasty, Nine Years of Destiny.

China is in chaos, and the people are struggling to live.

The imperial rule collapsed, and the Western barbarians attacked with the religion of the gods.

The new warlords are everywhere, and they are divided into one side.

Natural disasters such as floods and droughts, the overturning of the earth dragon, the sandstorm tornado, the acid rain, the red moon, and the falling of meteorites have come one after another.

There are also countless monsters running rampant, strange clusters, ghosts and ghosts, indescribable monsters, or mysterious phenomena that cannot be understood.

In this dark and chaotic world, Tao Qian opened his eyes and found himself a prisoner who was about to be beheaded in Caishikou…!

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Wake up and an unknown door has appeared in your home… Behind each door is a completely unfamiliar world.In the nightmare world, Jiang Cheng relays the news from the Hunk to the Fatty, adding his own spin to the story.The Fatty almost cried in fear hearing it.“My whole family will be strung upside down for blood-letting if I die here?”“That’s what I heard.”“Then, how come you don’t look scared at all?” The fatty widened his eyes.Jiang Cheng turned around and replied in a very formal tone, “Because I’m an orphan.”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”