MTL - Papa Paladin - Chapter 656 final conclusion

The full-level boss Lu Jingzhi crossed over.

Start with a thatched cottage, with three family members attached.

Lu Jingzhi gnawed on the bun and clenched her fists—rise up, she wants to rise up!

After all, he is the owner of the three-line ability, sitting on the space, with a lot of food, so is it possible that he will starve to death in the valley?

It’s just—something is wrong with my mother, what, she was reborn, and she was an imperial concubine in her previous life?

There is something wrong with my sister, what, is she a female president from modern times?

There is something wrong with my sister, what, she also wore it…

Lu Jingzhi was ecstatic… the whole family worked together, is it still far from the days of eating hot pot and living in a villa?

Hunting, farming, making jam, growing peppers, opening a milk tea shop… Life is getting more and more prosperous.

A skilled but unfortunate modern-day assassin was killed in a freak accident. However, he soon found himself summoned to another world by an evil wizard, who had him possess the body of a boy as an experiment. After successfully planning the evil wizard’s downfall, he used the wizard’s body as a springboard to gain influence and power in his new world.

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Michael Alastair never mattered. In a world where strength was everything, he was nothing—just another powerless kid, easy to break and easier to forget. When his tormentors finally took things too far, his story should have ended in that alley, bleeding and alone.But fate had other plans.In the void between life and death, a voice spoke. Cold. Sharp. Amused. [NEW TALENT UNLOCKED: WRITER’S LEGACY]. A system unlike any other—sarcastic, relentless, and strangely invested—offered Michael a power beyond reason and a purpose he never imagined. Now, armed with an SSS-rank ability and a mission to rise, he’s back. And this time, he won’t just survive—he’ll rewrite the rules.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?