Mystical Journey - Chapter 114: Cleaning 4

She always knew there was a woman hidden in his heart, so when that woman appeared, she obediently withdrew. However, unexpectedly, he abandoned his 'beloved' and instead frequently invited her.“Mr. Fu, didn't you say there was a contract to discuss?” He pressed her against the cold wall, continuously approaching: “If you were a bit uglier, perhaps I would want to talk contracts and drink tea with you, but you're so beautiful, I only want to talk love with you.”To him, Qiao Mo was like his most cherished treasure, and whenever others looked at her, he felt they were trying to steal her.

Yang Yan, with a mysterious background and lethal martial arts, is forced to be a bodyguard for a living.However, many beauties including his employers are attracted by this handsome man.“If you touch my body, you'll be fined thirty thousand!”The pretty lady frowns and adds another condition.After a moment, Yang solemnly asks:“Boss, then how much if I kiss you?”

Effort?Effort my ass!People born to be beasts of burden could never touch the lower limits of those chosen by the heavens no matter how hard they tried.Talent gap, background gap, appearance gap, luck gap...A single disparity could swallow all the struggles of the beasts of burden, and a combination of many made their lives unbearably tragic.Su Huai was filled with indignation over this.As a result, rebirth + system, fortune arrived suddenly.The chosen by the heavens? Kneel down, all of you.Let the dogs engage in romance; I just want to explode with rewards.

Corvin Blackmoor was a man carved by war and betrayal.From the blood soaked deserts of Afghanistan to the shadowed corridors of British Intelligence, he served and watched ideals crumble into lies.Patriotism. Honor. Loyalty.He buried them all long before a Quds Force assassin silenced his final breath.But death was only the beginning.Dragged from the ruins of a dying world, Corvin awakens in Valtheris. A savage world ruled by magic, where gods are myths, and survival is written in blood.He is no longer human.He is the last of the Dark Parasytes, an extinct race once so feared that every kingdom, every empire, and every mage order hunted them to extinction.Armed with Shadow Siphon, the power to replicate the strengths of others, Corvin stands alone at the bottom of an alien food chain.Weaker than a wild beast, with enemies and predators lurking in every forest, every court, every throne.Weakness is temporary, patience is eternal.In a world fractured by ancient wars, between noble Elves, scheming Demons, ruthless Humans, primal Feralis and Aetherborn Corvin will climb.He will feast. He will conquer.And in the shadows of Valtheris, the last predator will rise.No gods. No masters.Only the cold ambition of a man who has nothing left to believe in… but power itself.