Blacksmith of the Apocalypse - Chapter 1238:. Your turn, Ferdinand

【Transmigration+Entertainment Circle Cute Baby+Godly Wealth System+1V1 Double Cleanliness】Yan Yueqing transmigrated into a book, becoming a cannon fodder eighteenth-tier celebrity in a certain kid variety show novel.The female lead shot to fame through the kid variety show, while she, due to her “lick dog” persona, attracted endless cyberbullying.After being blackballed to the point of quitting the industry and jumping into the sea, the female lead not only lived in her house, spent her money, but also used her child to make a counterattack comeback!Yan Yueqing: Thanks for the invite! I'll raise my own son! The female lead can enjoy her own life, just don't get involved with me!A lick dog persona, huh? System: Here's fifty billion, let them witness what it means to lick to the extreme and become wild!Cyberbullying, huh? After the kid variety show aired, fans all over the network started calling her mom!Inside a luxury villa, a little stone-faced boy watched the live broadcast of the wildly popular Yan Yueqing and said indifferently, “Dad, my mom's standards in the future should be based on her.”A certain business tycoon held back his laughter, “That's your biological mom.”Little stone face: ???【ps: A system feel-good story devoid of logic, some plot points allude to reality, and all the tags have been placed. If you mind, don't click.】

Nine heavens and nine earths, there are many souls.

The strong stand in the nine heavens, like shining stars, while the weak creep on the ground like tiny ants.

The young boy Bai Ye accidentally unlocked the mysterious heavenly soul, cultivated supreme soul skills, guarded the soul and sword, rushed into the nine heavens and swept the stars, and the legend began…

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Fick, who transmigrated over to a world of magic, and was tied to a godly choice system at the very start. Henceforth, he would have to choose from three choices in everything he did, with each choice being rewarded generously.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.