On the TV was a soccer game, the situation was tense, the score was still 0-0, this was a game where superpowers could not be used, and there were no spectators in the stands.
Charles leaned against the sofa folding paper cranes, next to him was a cute little girl, whose pockets were already full of paper cranes.
"Big brother, hurry up and fold two more, then there will be ninety-nine, I can take them to give to George!" said the little girl, her eyes shining like stars.
Charles smiled gently, "Okay, Vera, don't rush, gifts for others should not be rushed."
The girl named Vera had no choice but to wait patiently.
After handing over the last two paper cranes to Vera, Charles beckoned to the butler behind him. The butler immediately bowed and listened quietly.
"Change that referee," Charles pointed to the referee on the TV, "I don't like his mustache."
The butler bowed slightly, turned and left. In less than a few minutes, the big mustached referee on TV was replaced.
This was a game watched only for one person.
After seeing Vera skip away happily, Charles put away his indulgent smile and stood up to straighten his collar, ordering people to go down, "Let them rest first, I'll go see my father."
All the way to the top floor of the castle, Charles saw his father in the attic.
The current patriarch of the Pendragon family, Cohens, was in his prime. His eyes were as fierce as a tiger or leopard, but he was actually a rather benevolent middle-aged man.
"My precious son," Cohens came up and gave Charles a hug, "Are you now willing to talk to Dad about the stories from the trials? Who injured my precious son so badly?"
Charles sighed. He was dissatisfied with his father's behavior of ignoring his dignity, but still nodded and said, "To be precise, it was two people. One held me back and the other shot me from a distance with a sniper rifle."
"Thank you, Dad," Charles bowed deeply, "If it wasn't for the amulet you gave me, I might already be dead."
Cohens looked at his proud son, more and more satisfied. He smiled and said, "You are the hope of the Pendragon family. I don't like fighting, but I can still barely withstand the pressure. Dad is waiting for you to grow up."
"I..." Charles raised his head to look at his father. At this moment, his father in front seemed particularly tall.
"Alright," Cohens put his arm around his son's shoulder and sat down next to a chair, "Tell me about those two opponents. What do you think of them? Were they petty men of sinister schemes and tricks?"
Charles shook his head without hesitation. "It wasn't a sinister plot. It should be said it was tactics. The one who held me back had a very strange superpower that could suppress my superpower from working."
"It's a pity," Charles sighed. "He was a very good opponent. He swayed my emotions and was fearless in battle. He was a true warrior, but his companion seemed to intend to sacrifice him together, so the last shot also tore his body apart. He may already be dead."
Cohens laughed. "No, he didn't die. Someone saw him leave the Trials Facility, although he was badly injured."
"That's so great to hear," Charles' eyes lit up and he stood up solemnly and said, "Father, I want to go experience ordinary people's lives. If I always rely on the family, I won't be able to become a true strong one."
Cohens frowned. Of course he didn't want his son to take risks and suffer, but his son's greatest wish was to become stronger. As a father, he could not stop him.
After pondering for a moment, Cohens finally smiled helplessly, "Okay, I can't refuse my precious son's request, but you have to take some money at least. Even children from ordinary families take living expenses when they go out."
"Okay, but I'm going to experience life, so I can't bring too much. I will learn to earn money, so can I bring 300 million? Do you think that's okay?" Charles was a humble person, so he would listen to his father's opinion.
"No, bringing 3 billion would not be experiencing life. It would only be meaningless suffering," Cohens firmly shook his head. "Bring 15 billion. Try to spend thriftily, it should last half a month."
Dad is still the most thoughtful! Charles nodded heavily. Although it would be very hard, he was not afraid, and was very much looking forward to it.
I wonder what your lives are like?
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In the canteen of the Military Department, one of the three marshals, Wang Jianjun, and Five Star General Lin Zhen sat facing each other, and no one dared to approach within thirty meters around them.
These two represented the highest power core of the Military Department. Not only that, Wang Jianjun was also a living legend.
"Little Lin..." Wang Jianjun had just uttered a form of address and couldn't help but grin. "I really want to laugh every time I call you that."
Lin Zhen held up his bowl with his chopsticks and blandly said, "Marshal, please restrain yourself."
"Restrain my ass. Who doesn't know that we two grew up wearing the same pants? And who doesn't know you still report everything to me in the end?" Wang Jianjun rolled his eyes. "You've always had this shitty character since you were little."
Lin Zhen put down his chopsticks. "Cut the crap! Don't disturb my meal."
Wang Jianjun grinned. "That's more like it. Between us brothers..."
Seeing Lin Zhen's expression turning worse and worse, Wang Jianjun immediately put on a stern face and said solemnly, "Go to the northwest for me. I don't know who the commander in the northwest is. Anyway, replace him directly."
"Damn it. Those Special Operations Department kids are impressive, just that tall girl alone is incredible! She held onto a critical gap all by herself, while the Northwest Army had huge casualties. Would you believe it if I told you?"
Lin Zhen frowned, pondered briefly, "Isn't the commander in the northwest surnamed Zhao? I looked at the battle report yesterday. The Special Operations Department killed over 7,000 monsters, and the Northwest Army killed 19,000, with 32,000 casualties and deaths."
"Is that crazy or what?" Wang Jianjun slapped the table, furious just thinking about this. "I now issue a military order for you to take over and prepare."
"I'm giving you a month to drive out the remaining monsters from the border before the city wall is built and hold onto that position."
Wang Jianjun lowered his voice and grinned sneakily, "Recruiting soldiers for the northwest is a given. Let your granddaughter enlist. The military achievements in this month are up to you to decide, right? She can follow you directly back to the Military Department afterwards. It's not bad, right?"
Lin Zhen's eyes lit up, then he quickly coughed lightly twice to hide his delight. "I won't play favorites. I think my Lin family girl doesn't need anyone to play favorites either."
"Fine, fine!" Wang Jianjun brushed it off and awkwardly changed the subject. "How were the ones who passed the recent Trials?"
Thinking of Jin Xinghai's report, Lin Zhen couldn't help revealing a smile either. "Three superpower users. You would absolutely not guess what three superpowers they have. Anyway, I've decided to groom one of them to take my place."
"It's up to you. You're just a lone old man, make your own decisions. As long as the kid has what it takes, that's fine." Wang Jianjun lowered his voice, "I'm asking about that survivor. When will you bring him to see me?"
Lin Zhen picked up his bowl and chopsticks again and shook his head. "Our people followed him halfway before losing track of him somehow. His identity has been found out by comparing photos and database records. I'm hesitating whether to just go get the guy from his home directly."
Wang Jianjun shook his head and stood up. "Give him some time. There's still another Trial, right? Let's wait and see."
"I'm going back to rest first. I've been feeling back pain and aches all over lately. Can't escape getting old, after all!"
Watching Wang Jianjun leave, Lin Zhen didn't speak for a long time, with deep worry hidden in his eyes.
Is the empire's pillar about to fall too?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
