MTL - From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle - Chapter 537 Do nothing?

A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.

The 27-year-old Wei Han is a slightly fat, slightly chicken-livered, and slightly foolish, pure-hearted and besotted top, and his sweetheart who had been together with him for seven years, in the end, was stolen away by Qi ZhiFan one morning.
Deeply broken-hearted and in despair, he went overboard with binge eating, and ended up pathetically choking to death…

Transmigrating into a parallel world; becoming a billionaire that everyone looks up to. Qing Tian, who had thought he could finally live a life of wealth, suddenly finds that this world seems just a little strange… His son, a junior studying in college was beaten by a stranger who had just arrived in the city? Does this kid want to slap my son across his face during the student union?

【Ding! the Ultimate Villain System is awakened】

【Reward for successfully educating my son: Divine Toxic Medicine】

【Reward for successfully changing the plot trend: God-level car skills】

【Reward for successfully capturing the female lead: plus…】…

As the father of a villainous rich kid, not only should he educate his son, but he should also do whatever he can to deal with the protagonist…

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

***

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

- Description from novelupdates