MTL - Immortal Martial Venerable - Chapter 5650 Watched

In the cruel world of Ranas, normal people are considered nothing more than trash. Blaze is also one of those trash. He and his mother has been treated like animals by his loser 'superhero' stepfather. But then everything changes when the SYSTEM gives Blaze a mission to kill him in exchange for superpower.Blaze does not hesitate.[Force Strike (E-rank) acquired][Force Strike has evolved into Force Impact (D-rank)][Force Impact (D-rank) has evolved...][Genesis Legion (S-rank) acquired][Genesis Legion (S-rank) has three Sub Powers...][You have acquired a new Equipment: Lantern of the Damned (Rare),...]The abusing stepfather who terrorizes his family.The bullies who made his life hell and sent him to the hospital, expelling him from the school.The despicable human-trafficking criminals who dares to kidnapp his friend.More and more people who do not deserve to live in Blaze's eyes.“I will kill them. I will kill them all.”But once Blaze has acquired more power. He now has the responsibility to decide what he should do with it.This world may be cruel and unfair but he shall be fair.Cruelty shall meet a cruel end.And the people who deserve to have a second chance shall receive forgiveness from Blaze.He is now the vengeful spirit in the night, rain down judgement on the corrupted that does not deserve their superhero title.

“Hot Noodles request to add you as a friend.”An inexplicable friend request, a non-existent contact.Claiming to be a message from herself in the future, intimately knowledgeable about her past.Fang Xiaocao was utterly numb.Hot Noodles: Danger, do not go home tonight.“Is this some kind of joke?”Staring at the WeChat message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes and opened the anti-theft door.Hot Noodles: At midnight, when the knocking starts, don't turn on the light if you don't want to die.In the early morning: 00:00:00Fang Xiaocao was woken by the knocking sound. She was just about to turn on the bedside lamp when she remembered that bizarre message.She pulled back her hand and stayed put until dawn, only to know her neighbor next door, a woman living alone just like her was murdered at midnight...Fang Xiaocao was suddenly covered in a cold sweat.Hot Noodles: To celebrate our narrow escape from death, go to the flea market before three in the afternoon, stall number 7, and buy the seventh inkstone on the left-hand side. The seller's bottom price is 80, but the inkstone is worth 8 million.After last night's ordeal, Fang Xiaocao inexplicably chose to believe.She successfully bought an inkstone for a hundred dollars, and later discover it was indeed a imperial inkstone from the Qing Qianlong era, worthing 8 million!Fang Xiaocao stood there, dumbfounded!Following the message's instructions, she bought a second-hand car.But little did she know, the guidance was linking her into a series of events that dragged out a murder case and a fortune worth two small goals.Who on earth sent her the messages?It's really her future self?Or it's some kind of bizarre game?

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”