Profane Prince of Domination - Chapter 483 Forbidden Locks

Entering Tokyo in the bubble era, in this strange era, the only familiar ones are Matsuda Seiko, Nakamori Akina, Kudo Shizuka…

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Ning Jiang's father was a famous bridge designer but he was framed and the bridge he designed fell. He couldn't bear what happened and died soon. After his death, Ning Jiang's mother married another man who already had a daughter.

The new family treated Ning Jiang badly. Her stepsister, Mo Lan, even got involved in her relationship on purpose. As a result, her boyfriend betrayed her and Ni Jiang's heart was broken.

Meanwhile, Ning Jiang discovered that what happened to her father might be related to her stepfather or a man, Luo Hanshang, the fiance of her stepsister, who was in power of a huge business empire.

To find out the truth behind her father's case and even take revenge, she set up a trap for Luo Hanshang and attracted him successfully. She helped him solve a big case and won his trust. Then he married her as she planned. As time went by, he fell in love with her and even melted her heart, but she never gave up revealing the truth...

Extraordinary and decadent world.

Individual power determines order.

The family masters knowledge, monopolizes resources, and increases its heritage from generation to generation.

Fate, physique, spiritual consciousness, comprehension, spiritual roots, Taoist tools…

All elements leading to the avenue have been cut off.

Mortals can’t breathe.

For thousands of years, the order is eternal, and only the true immortals overlook the world.

It was not until a modern man who was constantly reincarnated and enhanced his talents came and discovered the mystery of this world that the world was turned upside down!

Let’s see him walking in history, exhausting time and accumulation, breaking this eternal order, and shining brightly.

Going against fate and killing immortals is on the way!

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.