Ultimate Thief: Miss Wasteland Seven - Chapter 317: Fake Death Potion (1)

Traveling through the big world that covers the sky, awakening the sign-in system, and rejecting the rich woman’s pursuit at the beginning! Sign in to get a pair of pupils!

Sign in at Daleiyin Temple and get a five-star reward Emperor Seal!

Sign in in the Bronze Immortal Hall and get a seven-star reward for inextinguishable profound art!

Sign in on God and get a ten-star reward Fortune Jade Plate!

The ancient warriors, step on the restricted area, control life and death, and control reincarnation!

The heavens and the world, the rolling red dust, have left his footprints!

The legend of Emperor Xuantian began when the Nine Dragons pulled a coffin on Mount Tai!

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In the distant future on Earth, there was a girl with God-like powers. That girl is the last survivor of the former human race that flourished in ancient times.

The Ancients.

And on that very same Earth, a new breed of humans with the ability to wield Magic emerged.

That girl began to observe the new human race silently.

Sometimes called a God, other times called Satan, that girl continued to observe the new human race.

This is the story of the happenings between the lonely girl and the hardworking new human race.

Chu Qing transmigrates to a world where women hold all the power. In this matriarchal society, men are judged solely on their looks, while women are expected to provide for their families. Men are only considered eligible for marriage if they have good virtues, while women must possess a house and a car to be considered desirable. Even worse, women who are financially supported by men are accused of being freeloaders, and some women are known to prey on younger men.

As the “school belle,” Chu Qing is frustrated by these rigid social norms. He believes that a man’s true worth comes from inner strength and character, not just physical appearance. With his ability to cultivate immortality, he sets out to prove that men can be powerful and valuable in their own right, challenging the status quo in this matriarchal society!

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