Medical Master - Chapter 663 - A Single Sentence Amazes 3,000 People

Ling Xiao was accidentally reborn into the zombie world and became Ninth Uncle’s younger brother.

Awakening the sky fire system can awaken endless strange fire.

At the same time, you can gain experience points, spells, magical powers, constitution and other rewards by burning all things in the world.

And at the beginning of the game, he awakened the mighty Qinglian Earth Heart Fire, and just as Mr. Ren came out of the coffin, he was burned to ashes by Ling Xiao’s palm.

“Senior brother Shi Jian came to kill him? Just in time, let him see how powerful the Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire I just awakened is!”

“The ghost king of Fengdu Ghost City is coming to arrest me? Just to show you the taste of hell fire!”

“Ding…Congratulations to the host for burning the sun, gaining experience points: 10 billion! Obtaining bloodline: Golden Crow Divine Body, turning into a new sun!”

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With the awakening of various kinds of different fires, and the improvement of his strength, Ling Xiao rose from a mere mortal against the sky, and finally burned the heavens and myriad worlds to create his own, the Great Dao of Heavenly Fire!

- Description from novelbuddy

A world where dragons serve as mayors, elves work in sales, and orcs brew coffee.In a city full of enhanced humans and wandering wizards, I became a young girl with psychic powers.“To do something so terrible to a child… These people are despicable.”“Human experimentation related to psychic powers is an international crime, punishable by at least the death penalty. This is absolutely unacceptable.”“Don’t worry anymore. From now on, you’ve got nothing to fear. We’ll take care of everything for you, little sister!”It seems the protagonists have misunderstood something.

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.”