Amukelo: The Burdened Path - Chapter 367: The Heart of the Tides

Jiang Liu lost his father at the age of three. When he turned five, his mother decided to run away with another man. At the age of fourteen, he sent off the only relative he had, his grandfather, before carrying a small amount of property and stepping into the big dyeing tank called society.
He was stingy, selfish and absolutely disgraceful. Except for breaking the law, he accumulated all the bad habits available to the mankind. Yet, such a man, after an unexpected death, was bounded by a silicon-based creature called the righteous father’s system. Since then he started his magnificent career in the world system.

World 1: On the ultimate evolution of unquestioning filial piety;

World 2: The man who loves to boast;

World 3: The search for the second spring for ones own mother

World 4: Good father

World 5: The self-cultivation of a national husband

World 6: Acrobat

World 7: Divine stick

World 8: My home has a baby egg

World 9: The correct way of wearing the green hat

World 10: Tremble, you scum man

World 11: An angel who doesn’t like to talk

World 12: The rebellion plan of a martyr

After several worlds went by…..

Righteous father’s system 001: [Shivering], I wonder if I still have time to change my host.

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Travel to the world of One Piece?

They come, the security;

Became Don Quixote Rossindi?

Forget it, it can’t be reopened;

But after realizing that he had eaten the fruit of silence, the little boy became restless.

Fruit of Silence, this is one of the devil fruits that can compete for the title of “the most useless” in the world of One Piece; it is only a little better than Chopper’s “Everyone’s Fruit · Common People’s Form”!

“Dover, you said you are a devil fruit wholesaler, why do your family eat all kinds of weird ones?”

Facing the bewildered little Dover, Rossindi patted his forehead.

“Forget it, let’s practice domineering hard.”

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That night, she was dragged to the Bureau of Civil Affairs. Wait, after getting the marriage certificate, the husband ran away? And his identity can’t be found? OMG, did she marry a human or a ghost?

Disheveled, she entered the entertainment industry and almost got sexually assaulted by a director due to the unspoken rule. Young Master Moh suddenly reappeared, and that director was tortured before getting cancelled.

During a shoot, she almost died since her enemy wanted to destroy her. Then, hundreds of mysterious soldiers arrived and smashed everything. The producer was exposed of corruption and his life got destroyed.

She always fights back and takes revenge, not taking the high road.

What? A woman is after her man? No tolerance! She barged into that woman’s home and whooped her ass. She said afterward, “How dare you touch my man?”

Young Master Moh had to cover his forehead; he needed to teach her how to behave like a senior officer’s woman.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.