MTL - Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 18 Forbearance

As a naive teenager, he was unaware of his own superiority.Shang Xiaojie realized the violent man who had tricked him into a hotel was actually his brother-in-law.He struggled and tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, “Let me go, you idiotic beast!”“I may be foolish, but a beast? Can’t you at least admit to that?” he asked.After drugging Shang Xiaojie, he callously taunted, “You’re just a male prostitute who comes running whenever I snap my fingers. You’re nothing, Shang Xiaojie.”Devastated, Shang Xiaojie swore, “Mussaf, I hate you and I’ll make you regret this.”Upon his return five years later, he was accompanied by a young boy.Shang Mingming asked, “Is that man my father?”Shang Xiaojie responded coldly, “No, I don’t know someone like him.”Furious, Mussaf demanded, “Where are you taking my son?”Shang Xiaojie grinned and replied nonchalantly, “I’m getting married to another man. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

Next up is——The venerable master of Hydra, the High Priest of the Purple Sweet Potato SpiritThe psychiatrist of The Avengers, and the financial advisor of S.H.I.E.L.D.Batman's dissertation killer, Joker's soulmateThe head physician of Arkham Asylum, the professor with all positive reviews from Gotham UniversityA recipient of the Red Flag Medal, a possessor of God's blessingsThe iron curtain of New York, the breath of fresh air in GothamThe eternally undying Dark Sun——Schiller Rodriguez!(All titles mentioned above have been rightfully earned within the main text. Any new titles will be added as they arise.)(This isn't a web novel with a system, and the system disappears soon, those who don't like it can skip the first thirty chapters.)

During a party one evening in the royal palace, Rachel, the eldest daughter of Duke Ferguson, was reproached by Prince Elliot for sins she didn’t remember committing and their engagement was abandoned. Rachel informed everyone she had not committed the acts they were accusing her of, but she was dragged away out of the party venue and thrown into the palace dungeon.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?