MTL - I Am Evergreen In the World of Cultivating Immortals - Chapter 142 fairy city decline

Enzo ventured into the primitive era, chosen as a priest by the Crimson Star tribe and emerging as the leader, awakening numerous extraordinary abilities in the process.In order to enhance their way of life, extensive reforms became necessary.Mystical sorcery and modern technology advanced hand in hand.While other tribes still dwelled in caves, the Crimson Star tribe had already gained prominence, constructing sturdy brick houses.While other tribes were still using primitive wooden spears and stones, the Crimson Star tribe had forged ahead with iron tools.In the midst of other tribes worrying about food scarcity, the Crimson Star tribe was reaping bountiful harvests of various grains.Furthermore, they possessed an unparalleled army of totem warriors.In response, Enzo, embraced by the luscious temptress and leading the enigmatic cat maiden, earnestly expressed, “I truly only sought to improve our way of life. How did I inadvertently elevate the tribe into a divine realm?”

Corrupted System Activating…Host: ZaneAge: 0/20Cultivation: NoneSkill: NoneMission: Find Missing System Parts Reward: Voice Feature and More—————Zane, once a ruthless mafia boss, met his end through poison. But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself reborn, with a broken system and a cruel fate. He had only 20 years to live.Before he could even process his situation, his beautiful sexy mother abandoned him. As if that wasn’t enough, he was thrown into the middle of a deadly desert, left to starve or be devoured by the monsters lurking beneath the sands.Abandoned, Betrayed, powerless will Zane be able to survive, uncover the truth, and reclaim what was stolen from him?—————Here are some additional tags:- Reincarnation- Corrupted System- Betrayal- Sect Building- Monsters & Beasts- Scheming MC- Overpowered Potential- Cruel World- Revenge- Beautiful Step Sister- Body Refining- Hidden Bloodline...

Lin Xiaoyue, a girl from the future, transmigrates into the body of a dumb peasant girl. The father of the original owner had just died, and her remaining family was made to live in a dilapidated house on the edge of the village by their own grandmother. Looking at her fragile mother and her little brother’s miserable appearance, Lin Xiaoyue decided that she wanted the three of them to live a good life. The good thing is that she had her spatial ring and spiritual powers.

With that, she could relax and easily do what she needed to do. Hmm. There wasn’t a strong man in the house, and people continuously came to bully them? No problem, she’ll just buy a man! After browsing through the slaves, she discovered the captain whom she had a crush on in her previous life! Ah, she just loved ancient times! There was no war, and no famine. She also had a family and a lover! She was happy to live on like this! This is the story of an ordinary girl who came from the future, living a prosperous life in the ancient times!

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.”