MTL - Dragon-Marked War God - v2 Chapter 78 Triggered

Do not judge others in ignorance within my presence.

Those who think to harm someone should be ready to be harmed.

Those who are open and respectful shall receive my kindness and respect.

Those who plot against me are seeking their own death.

This is true, for I am death… I am Lin Feng.

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Lin Feng tried to be the diligent and hard-working good guy. He Studied hard, did his best to make his family proud and not get into trouble, but when he saw a girl being taken advantage of, he had to intervene. He had been tricked, sentenced to 10 years in jail and framed for a crime he never committed, all was lost. If his life was over he would take those who ruined his life with him…

Suddenly he opens his eyes again. He is not dead, but alive in the body of the Lin Feng of a different world. This Lin Feng had been killed as trash of cultivation. This world where the strong had no regard for human life and would kill freely if they had the strength. Called ‘trash’ and thrown away, with vengeance in his heart he will rise to new heights opposing the will of heaven and earth.

What would you do if your planet ceased to exist after a nap?

Once upon a time, there was a princess…

Scrap that.

Once upon a time, there was a hermit called Yao Si.

She was an orphaned hikikomori who lived a peaceful and mundane life in her cosy little apartment.

Just when she thought she’d live out the rest of her mundane days… she died.

By a strange twist of fate, she was somehow turned into a vampire, even worse, a fifth-generation weakling with no combat ability at all.

Vampires had their own little secret society, cultural feuds, and called themselves bloodlings.

With the threats of another civil war among the bloodlings, Yao Si remained composed.

‘Even if this war of bloodlings rages on again, it will need a miracle to affect me,’ she thought.

So, a miracle occurred…

When she was woken up from a millennnia-long nap, she found that her beautiful mother planet Earth had ceased to exist.

Even the oldest bloodling in the entire universe was now one of her grand [ times infinity] child.

Everyone will have to call her “ancestor” from this moment onwards!

The peasant Yao Si had successfully revolted and taken charge, let’s see who dares to call her a weakling anymore!

“Hey! You, that guy over there!

“Yes, you.

“Come on, let’s fight, if I lose, I will call you ‘dad’!”

So… she has a new dad.

Yao Si “…”

Mu Xuan “…”

- Description from novelupdates

The first time Yan Zhaoge crossed worlds, he landed in a martial warrior civilization that was at the peak of prosperity. He ended up in the book storage building of the the Divine Palace, which collected and preserved the classics of the entire world from all fields of knowledge. However, a world class calamity struck soon after and even the Divine Palace was destroyed.

Yan Zhaoge’s soul once again crossed over, but this time he arrived in the same world, except countless years have passed.

With his brain full of rare books and classics from the era of peak prosperity, Yan Zhaoge’s second crossing over to the present era was like a gamer who was used to playing hell mode suddenly finding himself playing the game on easy.

That was just way too awesome.

But before that, he needs to fix a certain problem.

“I’m not a main character? In fact, I’m actually the main character’s love rival and the antagonistic Mr. Perfect senior martial brother? This script is wrong!”

PS from author: ‘History’s Number One Founder’ is already complete with 4.6 million characters, I welcome you readers who have favourited and fed my book until it became fat to enjoy this book as well.

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