Trafford's Trading Club - Chapter 40: Ziling

[Warning: The title might be named this way, but we’re actually NOT on hiatus.]I’m a third-rate writer, Yu Il-Shin.So don’t think that I’m actually a god; it’s just a name.One day, I experienced the much-anticipated awakening, but my newfound skill was… kinda weird?…In the small world connected through my mobile phone where the little, weak ants were getting killed regarded me as their god?

In a shocking turn of fate, Jack Anderson's life is brutally cut short. But death isn't the end for Jack; instead, it marks the beginning of an extraordinary journey.Reincarnated in a mystical realm, Jack discovers he's been gifted with incredible powers and an enigmatic system that guides his every move. As he navigates this unfamiliar world, Jack must confront formidable enemies, unravel ancient mysteries, and unravel the secrets of his own destiny.With the undead system as his trusted ally, Jack embarks on a perilous quest to unravel the truth about his past, his newfound abilities, and the hidden forces manipulating this strange new world.Will Jack master the undead system and unlock its full potential, or will the shadows of his own mortality consume him? Dive into the world of 'The Undead System' to join Jack on his heart-pumping, action-packed adventure through the realms of the unknown.

Unconditional obedience to him? Dream on! Regrettably, after marrying Tang Yuchen, An Ruo's daily thoughts were of escape, escape, and more escape! Someone grew furious, “You want to flee? The only way out is if you die, or I perish!” Fine, she chose death! Yet he laughed wickedly, “Woman, do you intend to kill the son in your womb?”

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.