Recently Dumped by Gold-Digger, Goddess Asked Me to Sign a Birth Consent Form - Chapter 243 - 154: Little Fourth is the Most Like You, Ye Fan! [4000-word Chapter]_1

Peace is a lie told by kings sitting on a pile of corpse..........In a dying world ravaged by dungeons, beasts, and alien gods, only one truth remains:Power decides everything.Some Heroes are kind.Some are just.Most... are monsters wearing crowns of light.Ezekiel Zahara was supposed to die forgotten, a bastard stain in a noble bloodline.They tried to kill him.They failed.He awakened a mysterious system that enabled him to fuse lifeforms with machines into something neither man nor gods could comprehend.With circuits running through his Spirit Veins and mechanical beasts by his side, Ezekiel will carve his legend into the bones of the world.

In one timeline, Shen Yu joked to his frends that he would send his new disciple to Soaring Heaven's Isle, an all-female sect.In another, this wasn't a joke.All Jin Rou knows is that this supposed man's dream isn't all its cracked up to be, espcially after two errant Soaring Heaven's Isle diciples accidentally blow him, and the floating island he was living on, up.Wherever he goes... this poor guy can't seem to catch a break. Or lose the chicken.The maybe harem, maybe romance, defintiely comedy timeline of Beware of Chicken, starring Rou, his cock, and his two idiots, Bailu and Seiyu.

“If I don’t die… I swear I will act on all my evil thoughts..”

Not exactly everyone’s typical thought when they’re about to die. What will a cowardly young man do when reincarnated with the evil powers to redefine his destiny? Can the natural kindness of human nature triumph over evil? Will he become the cold-blooded demon king of legend, or will he forge his own path and rain down another kind of terror?

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.