MTL - History’s Number 1 Founder - ~ 1430. Two magic weapons, the same one!

Untolerated by heaven, a boy was restricted by the most powerful spell.

He accidentally acquired a painting inhabited by nine souls that claimed to be immortal.

Then, the legend of a strong young man who violated heavenly principles against the course of nature began.

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Shao He, heir to a family renowned for medical and poison skills, a top special agent of the 21st century, unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a pathetic Madam Marquis who had been tortured to death! And on that very night, she was thrown into the Mass Burial Mound!Looking at the newborn in her arms, Shao He resolved to live a splendid life in this foreign world!From then on!She was the Divine Doctor who aided the world!She was the fearsome Poison Queen!She possessed wealth to rival nations!She was also an astonishing scholar!And the Marquis, filled with regret, wished he could kill himself on the spot, “He'er, I was wrong, you...”“Shut up, I am now the Empress!”

Jiang Zhi was a good person in her past life. She was so good that she was placed on a pedestal and married a scumbag for the sake of her family’s fate. It was a painful life, but in the end, her family still felt that she did not do well enough.

When given a chance to start over, Jiang Zhi expressed that she would reject emotional blackmail and choose her own fate!

Hence…

Father Jiang, “Your husband likes to watch beautiful women dance. Do you want to go get lessons?”

Jiang Zhi smiled and nodded. The next day, she went to apply for a boxing class and beat up the scumbag at the red-light district.

Stepsister, “Hey, stop working out. Only by being as weak as me can men have the desire to protect you.”

Jiang Zhi smiled. “I can beat ten weaklings like you with one hand.”

The divorce and face-slapping happened in one go. Jiang Zhi became an anomaly in the family, causing panic and eventually being expelled from the family.

Everyone was waiting for her to come back crying and beg for mercy.

However, surprisingly, Jiang Zhi, who had left home alone, was doing very well. She started a company, invested in it, and managed celebrities… She even picked up a handsome little celebrity to raise.

The little celebrity was destitute, but he actually had the constitution of a koi fish. Ever since she picked him up, Jiang Zhi was lucky and her business went smoothly. She even had fewer enemies.

But… her waist was hurting too.

Seeing that it was getting better after Jiang Zhi’s divorce, the wealthy ladies were extremely jealous.

Later on, Jiang Zhi became the big boss of the Beijing circle. Her family kept sending her candidates and asking her to choose a marriage partner.

Jiang Zhi waved his hand in frustration. “You want me to marry you? Unless you’re the richest man.”

The next day, a photo of the mysterious richest man in the country was taken and trending.

Jiang Zhi, “???”

Why did this photo look more and more like the little celebrity beside her?

The next second, Jiang Zhi was pinned down on the bed by the man. “I’ve been with you for two lifetimes. When will I be able to become a full-time employee?”

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.