God of Tricksters - Chapter 81: No Affinity

“Martial Arts World...” Death murmured, shocked by the turn of the events. How could he, primordial being of the afterlife, get tricked by a mere human? Not just a mere human, but also earthling, race that was weakest of the twenty realms. Death realized the extent of his mistake. An earthling had just jumped into the river of the reincarnation, where he definitely didn’t belong. It was too late. The damage has been done. The matter was now out of his hands. “Kiernan Hunter...” ... Remake of the Martial Arts System, and while the concept stays the same, the story is completely different. A few names, etc, stays the same, but mostly whole new story.

Ding!

The system activation task has started!

Look at the terminally ill old man in front of you, let’s unplug his oxygen tube and give him a ride. Seriously compassionate face~

Shinomiya Qingyu was stunned, the bad old man in the mouth of the dog system seems to be a bit strong…

Glancing at the outsider golem tube stuck behind the ‘age spots’, he was silent, and even wanted to laugh…

You call this thing an ‘oxygen tube’? ? ?

in addition…

Super Death Mission has been released:

Experience the ultimate meaning of the Eight Gates of Dunjia for yourself! (Kicked ‘Ye Kai’ hard and shouted, ‘I would like to call you the strongest!’)

Give Kaguya Otsutsuki a thousand-year kill! (and record this beautiful moment)

Art is to send stars…and SpongeBob SquarePants! (Blow up with Deidara)

Invite Terumi Mei to preside over the wedding (congratulations must not be less than 100 words)…

In addition, there are more various death missions waiting to be opened.

And when the protagonist suddenly looked back at the prime minister after many years, everyone was suffocating MMP in their mouths…

Gan!

This ninja doesn’t look very strong, why doesn’t he die? ? ?

This is probably the autobiography of a poor child who was dragged down a path of no return by the dog system that wanted to die.

(In addition, there are thousands of finished copies of “The Stand-in Messenger of Marvel World”, and the finished book “The Infinite Gloves of Pirates”. Book friends who are in the book shortage are welcome to come and taste.)

Since writing the book, it has never been changed, and the character is guaranteed. Welcome to the pit~

- Description from novelbuddy

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.