MTL - This Sandbox Game is Unreliable - Chapter 542 This fox is also a canine, but the dog legs are fine

Cheng Feng, an ordinary young man. He isn’t genius, however, his elder sister has a unique body, Nine Linglong Body.

One day, his brother in law awakes an eight order martial spirit and become a peerless genius in Hidden Dragon Academy. In another side, he can reach that step because of receiving the help of Cheng Feng’s elder sister.

When Cheng Clan’s people think that their clan will rise and advance to a higher status, but this is the beginning calamity of Cheng Clan. Their talented son in law writes off the marriage,

Cheng Clan Patriarch dies…

….

His elder sister commits suicide…

After Cheng Feng sees the calamity of Cheng Clan, his heart is wrath, he only wants to revenge to the people who cause his clan fall to this step.

” I will take revenge to the people who make…”

But he doesn’t have the strength to do it until he hears a mysterious voice…

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A poor orphan, who lost both parents, stumbles upon a mysterious space and embarks on the path of cultivating immortality. From then on, he cultivates spiritual herbs, refines immortal pills, opens a shop, practices military formations, and establishes an immortal kingdom…This story is about cultivating immortality and farming, with a focus on ordinary people, not horses.

Her grandfather was the emperor’s respected teacher, with disciples all over the world.

Her mother was well-read in poetry since childhood and was the most talented woman in the previous dynasty.

Her father started from nothing and gained the emperor’s favor, rising to Minister of Personnel.

Li Mingwei was an unrivaled noblewoman in the capital city.

A mistaken marriage let her see through worldly affairs. She fled the hustle and bustle and returned to live in her countryside residence, choosing a different kind of life.

By the side of the blue stone road, that person had stood still for a long time. He held an umbrella and reached out a hand to her.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”