Young Master System: My Mother Is the Matriarch - Chapter 40 - : The Night Before

An accident gave Ye Han a magical ability to see through. Since then, his life has become rich and colorful. He has developed the strongest business empire, dominated the gambling world, and rejuvenated his medical skills. He has become a master of medicine and Taoism. The goddesses rushed towards him one after another. As a man, and a limited edition man, Ye Han was under a lot of pressure and had to go on an exploration with a few tomb robbers. However, a shocking secret from ancient times to the present gradually emerged. in front of him!

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“Great Saint, why did you follow that thieving baldy to rob the sacred mountain?” “Ah, it’s a long story. Back then, that thieving baldy grabbed my neck and asked me, ‘Are you coming with me to the Western Heaven, or should I send you to the Western Heaven...’” “What about you, Marshal Tianpeng?” “He said he was afraid of getting hungry on the way to the West, so he brought some dry rations along.” “...” This is a story filled with joy, scheming, and relentless teasing all the way through.

An ordinary person who has passed through the Marvel World to gain the phagocyte ability and began to devour superpowers, and became the king of Marvel!

There are many female lords. The protagonist has gradually become the king of the Marvel world from ordinary people. The initial ability is the physique that changes through traversing. It can devour and stabilises without any side effects. The system is only an aid, you can also cross the plane!

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What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”