God's Eyes - Chapter 697 - Prismar

The body of a thousand gold, upon waking up, became the “illegitimate child” despised by everyone in the imperial capital Leng’s Group. Since then, she has been disguised as a boy since she was a child, and it has become her routine to abuse scum and face.

The teacher said she was a scumbag, so she changed it! Classmates said she was ugly, she changed! The family said she had no product, so she bought it! The main room said she was a bitch, she beat her!

Gong Dou, face slapping is what she is best at, how can it be fun and cruel?

National school grass, business wizards! When she met him, she almost met her nemesis.

“With such a small body, go for a run and develop your eight-pack abs.”

“No!” God! She doesn’t want abs, she wants vest lines!

“You can’t tell the difference between male and female, you look like a little boy, go to the sun to replenish calcium.”

“Don’t!” She didn’t even have time to be Bai Fumei, but he tried every means to blackmail her.

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Notice: This story contains R18+ themes, including violence, sensual and sexual content, blood-related addiction, and dark psychological elements. Reader discretion advised.I died in a library, crushed under centuries of forgotten knowledge. Fitting.Now I’ve woken up in a coffin, starving, undead, and very much not human.They call me a Fledgling—a bottom-feeder vampire barely above a ghoul. I’m weak, hunted, and tethered to a world straight out of a cursed tabletop campaign. It’s a classic fantasy realm—elves, knights, guilds, and dungeons—but twisted by a dark, rotting magic. The moon shines red, the gods are silent, and every town smells like fear.To make matters worse, I’ve been bound to a LitRPG system called the Blood Codex.Level up by draining blood.Unlock skills by embracing your monstrous nature.Resist Corruption... or don’t.There's no prophecy. No chosen one nonsense. No noble title. Just fangs, rot, and whatever I can steal, trick, or kill to survive.But the deeper I sink into this world’s underbelly, the more I realize something is watching me through the system. The rules are breaking. Dungeon bosses are going mad. Entire towns are disappearing.And I think I’m supposed to fix it… or maybe finish the job.

Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of martial artists. But where can a genuine martial artist stand in an era where martial artists are nothing more than a myth?

Trying to hit on Shinobu mommy.