MTL - The Kryptonian of a Certain American Comic - Chapter 381 175, Zanza

Reborn into the body of a poor young boy in an unknown village in another world, Lu Qing felt quite helpless.Fortunately, he awakened an ability to see through the information of objects, which gave him a bit of capital to survive.He looked at a weed by the road.[Cow bone grass, average quality, medicinal, highly effective in treating bone injuries.]He looked at a red carp in the river.[Red moon carp, excellent quality, delicious meat, a top-grade nourishing food.]He looked at a wild rabbit in the mountains.[Gray rabbit, ordinary wild rabbit, edible.]...With his innate ability, Lu Qing gradually established himself in the village, able to survive.Just when he thought he would lead a peaceful life in this ancient world with low productivity,one day, he suddenly saw a figure sweeping across the sky...

Meet Alex Knight, a hardworking young man burdened by crushing debt and a bleak future. When his new boss turns his life into a waking nightmare, Alex finds himself trapped in a job he can't escape, his future held hostage by the whims of a tyrant.Just when he believes he has one anchor left—his girlfriend's love—a devastating betrayal leaves him utterly broken.But then the world changes. The system descends, dragging everyone into a chaotic new reality. Alex becomes the first to sync with it, earning a mysterious title:[Apocalypse Baby][You have awakened the skill: Exploding Touch][Anything you touch turns into a bomb.]Armed with a deadly gift, Alex rises from the ashes of his former life to become an unstoppable force in an urban fantasy world where power rules and vengeance drives him forward.

Lin Shuang, just a bar waiter, started off by bullying a billionaire heiress. What to do? He was in such a panic! She investigated him every day.And there were hordes of rich rivals threatening him...If this continued, he genuinely feared his identity as the leader of the Netherworld Army would be exposed...

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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