This Lord is Very Scientific - Chapter 34 - 32 The Price of the Magical Beast

“A black dragon rises from the depths of the South Sea, triggering a cataclysmic tsunami... Flame spirits destroy city after city of steel and concrete, calmly departing from the center of a nuclear explosion... Extraterrestrial deities attempt to dominate the entire starry sea... This is a future world where human technology is highly advanced, and it marks the beginning of a martial arts era that sparks a frenzy of life evolution.Li Yuan, a martial arts student preparing for the college entrance exam, carries the vision of an extraordinary celestial palace where he can observe the starry sea, embarking on a challenging journey in this world.Many years later.“My current flight speed is 122,682 meters per second... My explosive power is... ” Li Yuan zooms through the atmosphere about 180 kilometers above the surface of the Blue Star, his cold eyes fixed on the colossal creature resembling a mythical dragon at the edge of the dim void: “You should be the strongest among all invading demigod life forms.”“Unfortunately, at this moment, I can only be called... a Martial God!”

In a world where reality shifts with every roll of the dice, a man daily partakes in an extraordinary game with the gods, his actions dictated by his decisions and the face of the dice. He takes great joy in this game until the tables turn, and he himself becomes a piece on the game board. Now, the dice are in his hands, and it’s his turn to shape his own destiny. It’s time for the Snowman to play his part.

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”