Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss - Chapter 1592 - Control of Drugs 1591

Being abandoned by his very own blood, the world stripped him of everything, his glory, his weapon, his beloved and even his name was taken away. He tried to reclaim what were rightfully his but the people already treated him as an outcast.With nothing left to do, he strode towards the place of no return and as he reached the deepest part by accident, he found a sealed casket with an unusual question engraved on its lid.'If the world's destruction would be put in the palm of your hand, how would it end?'Thousands of choices, hundreds of possibilities, and tens of answers, yet just one of these was certain.“I'll carve it with my enemies' blood,” he uttered underneath the moonless sky.On his hand was a blade made of glass, dripping with a crimson, sticky substance. In an era where war was an everyday occurrence and death was nothing but a mere consequence of being weak, his journey towards the labyrinth of revenge had begun.- - - - -Read at least six chapters and please be prepared to crave the rest. Enjoy Reading!

Five years have passed since the Elves invaded Earth.

The poor and criminals of the Republic of Ascaria are forced to join the ranks of the soldiers on the front lines while the rich and high-ranking government officials hide behind walls.

Erend Drake is a young man who must go out and fight so his family can live in a squalid shelter within the walls.

One night in the battle Erend had to die because he was killed by the Elves.

But suddenly he wakes up the next day with a mysterious power.

[Congratulations, you have been chosen to be the holder of Systema.]

[Please choose the available skills]

[ Dragon Armor ]

[ Dragon Claw ]

[ Dragon Eyes ]

[ Dragon Wings ]

[ Fire Breathing ]

Erend did not expect that he would become a Dragonborn. The strongest race feared by the Elves and the humans.

The eldest son of the assassin aristocrat Tuatha Dé.

The skill, experience, knowledge of the previous life, magic, all of which grows his power as an assassin.

Excellent assassins pass through. He was usually admired as the ideal lord, and behind it wielded a blade as an assassin aristocrat.

He approached her and announced domineeringly, “Ten million, you're mine!” Little did he know that she would smash his head and flee in panic! Five years later, for the sake of her young son, she endured humiliation and became his wife, always on guard around him, “Get out, what are you doing coming in?” His handsome face darkened, “Woman, you couldn't have forgotten that we are husband and wife, could you?”