Good Evening, Mr President! - Chapter 1767 - : Your house’s number

This is a story about a young man who sought to fight against his destiny. With the help from billions of Dragon Energies trapped on the Rising Dragon Pillar in his body, he emerged from the dark and quenched himself with the blood of ancient dragons. He fought the heaven with the Buddhist Art for the people he loved and built the Eternity Kingdom with his own hands. This is a story about the rise of the Martial Emperor who will rule both earth and heaven.

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A typical, frail senior high school student had acquired the SuperCivilization Technology System. From academic dreg to academic prodigy, from the weak to the strong. Basketball genius, top-level hacker, medical sage, business tycoon... Empowering the nation through technology, elevating our great Huaxia!

After finishing a novel, Betty wakes up in an unfamiliar world—inside the very book she just read.In the story, the original “Betty” was the fake daughter of the powerful Johnson family. Once the real daughter returned, Betty was cast aside, ignored by the people she once called family. Her once-loving brother abandoned her, and when the apocalypse arrived, she struggled to survive alone. Despite becoming an A-rank Ice-type Awakener, she clung to the hope that her family would one day accept and love her.But that hope led to her tragic death.Now, the real Betty—our Betty—has taken over the fake daughter’s body. And this time, she’s not the same naive girl desperate for affection. Grateful that the apocalypse hasn’t started yet, Betty prepares for what’s to come.In this second life, she awakens a mysterious “cheat code”—Space: a boundless pocket dimension where she can store unlimited supplies—from food and medicine to weapons—all untouched by time or decay. A hidden sanctuary where she can rest, recover, and plan.[Warning: Story can be fast paced, I don't want to waste words on long descriptions][In this novel, there can be cultivation elements included,so this novel will not always be about the apocalypse in the future]

...[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.