MTL - Summoner of Miracles - Chapter 2563 The world's strongest dessert chef

After annihilating Han, Zhao and Wei empires in succession, the dynasty of Qin is ushering in an unprecedented flourishing age with powerful cultivators emerging endlessly. People take pride in being part of the Qin dynasty. However, Ding Ning, a young lad of humble origin in Changling, Qin, is determined to subvert this dynasty and kill the emperor who breaks in the Eighth Realm.

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Traveling through the Cultivation World, where Immortal and God exist, Li Su’s Spiritual Roots are tr*sh and when he thought everything is over, He obtained a System!

The System of Many Children-Many Blessings!

With each additional descendant he has, his lifespan extends and Cultivation increases!

Even the Cultivation of his Descendants feedback to him!

Therefore in order to achieve his goal of becoming an Immortal, he takes Concubine and makes babies crazily!

While Others beat other people to death on Cultivation Resources, Li Su is making babies.

While Others Cultivate in Seclusion for Hundred Years, Li Su is making babies for Hundred of Years!

That’s why when an Immortal Appeared and wanted to Destroy the Li Clan, Li Su appeared and killed him with one Finger everyone was stunned mute.

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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.”