King of Hollywood - Chapter 599 - 7 Look to the Long-Term

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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My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Little Wu.I've seen those Mobile Battle Armors deep underground that surpass human imagination,and I've also witnessed someone in the asteroid belt of space punch a star to pieces with a single Fist.Buddy, listen up, here are some of my fight insights:When fighting the Dragon Clan, don't listen to what they say, just keep hitting them until they're dead;Dealing with fairies is a bit tricky, it's best not to let them see you, and to take sneaky shots;When it comes to orcs, there are two words for it, wrestling naked!If a Devil is looking for trouble, just desperately twist its horns, and it's bound to kneel;Alright, I'm off to fight in a bar now, more detailed content when I get back.

(Isekai, Fantasy, Non-transmigration, Unconventional, Ensemble cast, Meticulously crafted setting, Multiple identities, Light novel, Succubus)I have many masks, and each has its own story.I am the unremarkable little artist of the Church of Dawn; the strongest apprentice in the gladiator arena; the killing machine in the eyes of goblins... The holy nun beneath the sunlight is me, and so is the old gentleman on the train... I have hurried through underground tunnels in escape, and I have left behind beautiful legends on the frontier...Beneath the mask, there is an even more beautiful mask; within the lie, there often lies a hidden truth...My name is Ogre. A child raised by ogre since birth. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?