MTL - I’m Not Shouldering This Blame - Chapter 133 Trap

The True Spirit Continent is an era of prodigies and monstrous talents vying for supremacy. Kings roar and can make stars fall, while emperors can cover the sky with a flip of their hand. A young man named Xiao Ye, born humble, receives ancient inheritance and thus becomes the pinnacle of martial arts. He sweeps across enemies, battling through the Nine Wilds with passionate vigor, igniting the Nine Heavens with battle fervor.On the invincible battlefield, where the blood of geniuses forms a sea and monstrosities' bones pile up like mountains, Xiao Ye advances step by step, ascending to the peak, defeating all who dare proclaim supremacy in the world.As warriors, we ought to rather break than bend, decisive and resolute in slaughter, unhesitant in vendettas, and annihilate all enemies in the world!

[WARNING]****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED“I’m in a relationship with a stunningly beautiful and irresistibly alluring girlfriend, whose charm and grace are unmatched. Winning her heart wasn’t easy, but I thought she was the embodiment of virtue and innocence. However, one day, I discovered a side of her I never anticipated—through our apartment window, I saw a connection with her ex that left me in disbelief. I never would have guessed she could have such a hidden side.”[A/N][this isn't a fast-paced novel, so for all those looking for an early revenge it's not coming now, it's just a casual novel read if you like it]

A story in which a woman, after learning that the world would end in ten days, sets out to finish one last thing: murder her ex-girlfriend.

However, she ends up befriending, and spending the world’s final days with, the little sister of her ex-girlfriend instead.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.