MTL - The Immortal Taoist - v5 Chapter 496 Never compromise

In the endless Universe is eight primordial laws. Each of the eight laws have been fused with a supreme expert, but unbeknownst to everyone, there is a ninth law in the universe. It tears open the Primordial Chaos and is beyond reach.

Di Jiu—whose name is a homophone for ‘ninth’—is the ungifted son of a powerful Di family clan in the Ji Nation as he lacks martial roots. Unwilling to resign to his fate, he practices medicine, hoping to one day cure himself.

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Luke a 13-year-old boy lover of all kinds of novels, series, and manga, dies and is reincarnated in Wednesday's world with above-average psychic powers.As he immerses himself in the world of outcasts and monsters, he will discover that it is not as simple as it seems. Luke in his new life is a descendant of the famous writer Edgar Allan Poe and must deal with an old family grudge.

Cote: There is Something Wrong With HikigayaBy: XiaokoPatient Profile:Patient: Hikigaya Hachiman, Year 1 Class D, Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High SchoolDiagnosis: Adolescence SyndromeCondition Overview: The patient claims to have woken up in a parallel world, where both his physical age and relationships have drastically changed!Yukinoshita Haruno is now his classmate.Shizuka-sensei is somehow teaching at Sobu Middle School...And before he knows it, he ends up in a prestigious school with a 100% graduation and employment rate, stepping onto a fate that even destiny itself cannot predict!

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”