The Sickly General's Wife With A Spatial Ability Is Loved By All - Chapter 52 - 52 Treasures

He has won the most flamboyant compliments and the most vicious swear words.

He is a guy with rebellion flowing in every vein in his body.

He’s a white kid who’ll never be a celebrity.

He is a young man from the countryside in the eyes of the public.

He’s Tommy Hawk.

He was born again.

Welcome to the first half of the American Dream and the second half of the American Nightmare.

Let us please, come Tommy Hawke, in the winter of 2022.

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At the moment of her suicide, she was filled with joy, for her great vengeance had been satisfied, and her wishes were fulfilled.Yet, heaven ordained her rebirth before the apocalyptic world.In her past life, she harbored fear towards his possessive imprisonment.In this life, she depended on him, was infatuated with him, clung to him, loved him.Together, they faced ghostly trickeries and walked through the hell on earth, never to be separated again.

Qin Muling, who was reborn by chance, joined the Yunmeng Heavenly Palace, which was full of beautiful women, and became the closed-door disciple of the supreme leader. He thought he could step onto the pinnacle of life from then on, but little did he know that he would be suppressed by the senior sisters who were both stunning and powerful, to the point where he couldn't even lift his head.He fought hard for his dignity, but was repeatedly defeated and suppressed by the senior sisters without any mercy. He never had a chance to turn the tables, and in the end, he had no choice but to give up: “Senior sisters, I don't want to strive anymore!”The senior sisters smiled and threw out a life-or-death question: “Very well, choose one of us!”Qin Muling: “...”

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.