Second World Novel - Chapter 919. The Last Battle

Sun Wukong awoke to the Advice System at Magic Square Mountain, connecting his consciousness to Zhihu. As long as he took suggestions from netizens, he could obtain various rewards.At first, all he sought was immortality, but once a bunch of savvy netizens started offering a myriad of suggestions, his future began to warp.“I'm Sun Wukong, been at Magic Square Mountain for seven years, and the ancestral master still won't teach me the path to immortality—what should I do?”“I’m Qin Shi Huang himself. Hurry up and wire me some money.”“Thanks for the invite; I'm in the States, just got off the plane. I suggest you definitely learn all the Heavenly Guards and Earthly Fiends!”

In a world of magic and mystery, Mingyu, a deadly shadow assassin, seeks vengeance against the righteous Mages, who he believes are responsible for the brutal murder of his family. Consumed by his thirst for revenge, Mingyu walks a fine line between darkness and redemption.However, his path takes an unexpected turn when he encounters Jiang Yichen, a young master from one of the families he had sworn to destroy. Despite their differences, Mingyu finds himself drawn to Jiang Yichen's kindness and determination, and the two form an unlikely bond.As Mingyu becomes embroiled in the quest to unlock Jiang Yichen’s hidden potential, he begins to question his own motivations, as he realizes that there might be more to the story of his family’s demise than he initially thought.

Shen Huai was abandoned by his artists, and took over one who no one was optimistic about net black newcomer Ye Cang.

Ye Cang caught fire all over the country. Everyone else thinks it’s Shen Huai tune. Only Shen Huai knows. His artist is a superstar reborn. Later, Shen Huai gathered again-“the legendary film queen of the period of the Republic of China,” the unsurpassed “Golden supporting role” in the history of China, “the Queen of Love songs popular all over the country in the Last Century,” and “the greatest superstar in a hundred years.” he breathed a sigh of relief: I don’t have to go back and inherit tens of billions of dollars

God: I shall bestow the Saintess upon you.
Pope: W- wait a moment! This is a boy!
God: That is the Saintess.
Pope: ??????

And just like that, the Saintess was raised by the church for fifteen years without any questions asked…

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