The Infinite Mystery - Chapter 78 - The Mao Family

Li Xiandao obtained the ancient Bank of the Universe but now the bank was totally empty and had no treasures at all. The only thing it had were a bunch of debts.

Levi never expected his life to end at the hands of his childhood toy truck. But death gave him no rest— he awakened in the world of his favorite novel, not as a hero or a villain, but as an unnamed background character: the butler.Now bound to the Kindlehart Clan as a servant to one of the heroines, Levi inherits the absurd Butler System, which rewards him for polishing silverware, brewing tea, and bowing politely.But behind his sharp lavender eyes and flawless etiquette hides deep resentment. He refuses to accept a fate where his family’s generations of servitude end with him dying as a disposable sacrifice.To survive— and to rise— Levi must exploit his foreknowledge, play the perfect butler, and outwit the very world that sees him as nothing more than a servant.After all, even pawns have the potential to become kings.#Pure villain #Selfish MC

At the age of eleven, the youth Ye Xuan's soul traveled through time to the distant Mythical Era, becoming an Undying monster emerging from the Emperor's Burial Ground, influencing one era after another. Yet behind Ye Xuan, an invisible force manipulated everything. Struggling to take control of his fate, Ye Xuan exhausted all means, but just as he was on the brink of success, he was betrayed by his disciple and wife, causing his soul to slumber for ninety thousand years.When Ye Xuan awoke, he found himself back in his own body and had become the son-in-law of the Emperor Immortal Sect, treated by others as a fool. The story begins from here.Eternal Emperor Soul, returned overnight.From then on, an emperor rose as a son-in-law, ushering in an invincible myth that dominated through the ages!Simplified version: The foolish son-in-law, soul returned, rose in one morning, invincible through all ages.Show-off version: “I am invincible; do as you please.” — Ye Xuan.Meme version: That year, my hands in my pockets, I knew no rivals.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.