Game Lord's Cultivation System - Chapter 95 Worried Sick

This novel is also known as Turns Out, I'm from a Real Aristocratic Family!

After staying in the Bai family for eighteen years, Ou Yan realized that she was a fake daughter. The real daughter came back, she was abandoned, and she was about to be sent back to the poor mountain valley…

Unexpectedly, the so-called poor mountain valley was actually the most expensive villa area for rich people in the whole country! Overnight, she changed from a fake daughter of an ordinary wealthy family to a real daughter of a top wealthy family!

The biological parents dote on their daughters like crazy, they spend tens of millions in pocket money, drive the luxury cars in the garage, and buy high-end products all over the world. Want to go to school? You can choose from top schools! Don’t want to go? Come, the company at home will play with it! What Ouyan didn’t expect the most was that she actually had a fiancé…

The fiancé came to the door and wanted to divorce, but Ouyan didn’t care, but why did this person entangle her after mentioning the divorce? Every now and then I want to hold my little hand and kiss my little mouth.

Ouyan was annoyed, “Sir, who are you?”

“Baby, I’m your husband.”

“Oh, no husband, only one ex-fiancé who wants to divorce.”

The world’s richest man, Si Yechen, who was feared by everyone outside: “… ”

I really want to kill that idiot who made a high-profile divorce without even meeting her…

- Description from novelbuddy

In the world of dragons and snakes, the talented but congenitally sick martial arts master was reborn as the sole heir of the 19th-century Canadian manor owner. He thought he would make money by practicing boxing, but he took advantage of the industrial revolution to become a giant of the times. The opened template.

In the end, the original owner was a hopelessly sick and consumptive ghost! I am still a bastard having an affair with a gardener…

Wait, what’s up with the claw?

James Howlett looked at the bone claws protruding from between his fingers, and became more and more worried about his future.

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Su Luo finds himself reborn in the 2013 World Youth Championship, gifted with an extraordinary talent: the Da Luo template, guaranteeing 100% scoring accuracy with every shot!Dominating the tournament and leading the national youth team to the finals, Su Luo's triumph is cut short when he's expelled from the national team for visiting a nightclub. Defiant, Su Luo embraces his rebellious streak, discovering that each nightclub visit awakens new, legendary football skills.[One nightclub visit: Unlocks the Harland template, with unbeatable physical confrontations.][Five nightclub visits: Unlocks the Modric template, ensuring a 100% pass success rate.][Ten nightclub visits: Unlocks the Messi template, perfecting his game to a 100% success rate.]Real Madrid, Bayern Munich, Barcelona, Manchester City, and other football giants fall to their knees before the “Little Prince of the Nightclub.”Guardiola: “Su Luo is top ten in the world when he plays by the rules, but number one when he frequents nightclubs!”Klopp: “Su Luo was seen picking up girls in a nightclub last night? This match is as good as lost.”Wenger: “Come to Arsenal, and you can visit nightclubs every day.”Celebrities like Taylor Swift, Scarlett Johansson, and ElizabethOlsen can't resist his charm: “After last night, he's even stronger!”Desperate, the national team begs for his return: “Su Luo, please come back. We won't restrict you anymore!”Witness the rise of Su Luo, as his nightlife adventures transform him into an unstoppable football legend, reshaping the world of soccer with every visit to the club.Disclaimer: This is Translation

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.”