Chongfei Manual - Chapter 84

(following the boat) When a person who can get random superpowers every day enters the world of pirates and joins the protagonist group, what will happen as a result?

Luffy: “Si Guoyi! Lin Bei, let’s jump from the sky again!” Kebi: “Please don’t!” Sauron: “Be sure to leave Lin Bei’s room at twelve o’clock every day!”

Nami: “This bastard, just let me…” Akainu Sakasaki: “Bastard Lin Bei, turn me back into a man!

The old lady used her ability to come to her aunt once! “Big” boys, come and meet your father! “Lin Bei:!!! This really doesn’t exist!!!

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Cheated on by her fiancé weeks before their wedding, Sara, vowed to never love again. Men could not be trusted, especially with a woman's heart. She had made the mistake once, and that was more than enough for her. Never again would she make the same mistake to give her heart to another.But her resolve began to waver when she came across her new boss, Alexander Legend, a man whose reputation in his expertise and ruthlessness in business preceded him. Respected and feared by many, but to Sara, he was an annoying pest she wished she never met. Too persisted for her liking yet, she finds herself falling, slowly melting in his presence. Getting used to his stolen kisses and hugs and sometimes anticipating them.°°°°°Excerpts“You will fall for me, Sara. One day, I'll have your heart too,” Alex drawled. His voice had a seductive allure that had her heart racing. The fact that his hand was leisurely resting around her waist didn't help her either.“Try as much as you want to,” despite her body begging for his touch, Sara was determined to reject him today and any other day. She couldn't make the same mistake again. “You won't succeed in your seduction. NOT NOW. NOT EVER.”Alex smirked, kissed behind her ear and her body trembled, much to his satisfaction. That was all he needed to keep purising the stubborn woman in his arms right now. “We shall see, Miss Ambrose,” he cooed and then released her. He returned to his seat and asked in a professional tone. “What is my schedule for today?”

When he woke up, Ji Que traveled to a dangerous world where fairy mountains collapsed and temples were abandoned.

Fortunately, he has a supernatural ability, which allows him to save his understanding and use it like banknotes.

The more understanding you accumulate, the more miraculous you can realize.

Comprehend “swimming”, you can swim as fast as a fish in the water, and you can swim up and fly on the ground.

After comprehending “The Analects of Confucius”, the knowledge will be integrated, and the muscle strength will increase exponentially.

After comprehending “The Book of Benevolence”, I have learned one more combat technique of “dividing people into two”!

After comprehending “Yi Xue”, I accidentally mastered a skill of “smashing the head into the body cavity”!

Comprehend “Xiaoyaoyou”, “Mozi”, “Taoist Tibetan”…

Afterwards, Ji Que started holding back his big move, wanting to see what effect it would have if his comprehension reached its limit.

Until one day, he couldn’t bear it any longer, and he kept wishing for a certain stir-fried dish that he had always wanted, so he used all his understanding on “stir-frying and tossing spoons”.

Later, there were rumors in the rivers and lakes that not long after a terrifying plague god came to the world, he was thrown to death by a passing cook…

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”