MTL - Nine Astra Skies - Chapter 612 Provoking a crime

Guo Miao, the national treasure of the Empire, committed suicide after completing a certain grand project. Everyone had theories about her motives, but no one was aware that she was a reincarnation and had simply ended her own life because there was nothing left for her to do. She did not expect to reincarnate back to her past life when she discovered that she was the Guo family’s real rich daughter. In her last life, she did not turn down her parents who came for her, only to find that her decision left her in the abyss.

Not only did her parents play favorites, but their fake rich daughter was also ruthless, framing her for a murder and isolating her, then leaving her to rot in jail while her stepfather died from depression. Now that she had reincarnated, she no longer sought familial warmth—only survival for the sake of those who truly loved her and to live her life! She earned countless honors and innumerable scientific discoveries by turning over a new leaf.

Everyone who used to belittle her now regretted life, bawling as they begged for her patents. She coldly watched as they humiliated themselves and snapped at them icily: Dream on! In this secular world, she was the goddess to all and the most coveted person of every rich kid in the Imperial Capital. A certain man: The proudest thing I’ve done in my life is winning her love!

Abandoned on the battlefield, all he could do was endure the hellish life. He had no family to rely on, as they had turned their backs on him.A soul from the battlefield, Lucavion Thorne.But apparently, he was a lot more than a mere soldier, as fate had many things stored for him.A soul from Earth....When they merged, he realized.He was a one-chapter villain whose sole purpose was to serve as a background setting for the protagonist's tragedy.But was he truly a one-chapter villain, or did fate still have some tricks up its sleeve?Watch the story of Lucavion Thorne as he finds the purpose behind his transmigration and discovers his own fate.

Ye Hao travels to the world of horror recovery.

It is full of demons, ghosts walking at night, and aliens with awakened abilities.

Ye Hao, who has always been more salty, did not expect that the golden finger would be so powerful that it would automatically level up.

“A good meal, Liuku Immortal Thief is in a beautiful mood, and the speed of cultivation is doubled.”

“Gu Lingqian will sense the presence of a Specter nearby, and he will be excited, and the training effect will increase by 70%.”

“The speed at which you made the talisman is too slow, the sky is the ****, and you have realized the mystery.”

“You haven’t touched a beautiful woman today, you are in a low mood with both hands, and you have no progress in your practice.”

“You watched a small movie, and Daluodongguan was very excited and fell into a state of epiphany.”

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Ye Hao really didn’t think about working hard, but his eight strange skills were too good.

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Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.