MTL - Spirit Hotel - Chapter 61 Retreat (on)

After Chuzheng is suddenly pronounced dead by a system all of a sudden, her only worry in life becomes—spending money. Ever since she gets stuck with this system, her back is no longer sore and her legs no longer ache. Heck, there isn’t even a time when she goes out of breath.System: Let us set a small goal first and squander a hundred million… Little Miss, stop right there! Don’t activate the invincible mode!(▼皿▼#) Chuzheng: Can you please explain what is this thing that is leeching off me?Random Thing: Babe, you can do whatever you want to me.Chuzheng: (touches her blade) In-In that case, I will not stand on ceremony.System: Little Miss, please put the saber down right this instant! (▼へ▼メ)#LittleMissAlwaysDoesAsShePleases.

After he bought some Dragon Balls online for 30 dollars, and after made a wish, he actually found himself in the Dragon Ball World!

However, his fate was to become the most tragic brother of a Hero in history: Raditz!

Who said that Raditz cannot surpass everyone? One who already has the hair of a Super-Saiyan III should have nothing to fear!

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“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”“You must think I’m mad.”“But it doesn’t matter.”“It has already seen you.”——————Oil is Its blood.Thick smoke is Its breath.Ore and steel are Its food.The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.They claim they are mere mortals.Child, you’d best not argue.You must understand:Their technology is beyond comprehension.Their production capacity is unimaginable.A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.How will you stop them?With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.——————“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”

On her wedding day, she was humiliated; her status as the legitimate wife was instantly changed into that of a concubine.