Blacksmith of the Apocalypse - Chapter 1251: Over Side ways

Apollo was a genius who was talented enough to achieve big things in his life, but because of a rare genetic disorder, everything came to an abrupt end.But when he thought everything was done, he again opened his eyes to another world as the baby of a noble family. Knowing that this might be his second chance, he decided to do everything he could to create a good and free life for himself.But surprisingly, this world is not simple, as there are beings with extraordinary power who can control the lives and deaths of others, giants who can crush mountains, dragons who can burn the seas, and many more. So now, to truly achieve his goals, Apollo needs to learn and adapt to this new world where life and death can be matters of thought.

Skyscraper's rooftop.Fang Cheng is sweating heavily, relentlessly training.1000 airborne clapping push-ups.1000 two-finger push-ups.1000 one-arm pull-ups.1000 one-arm handstand push-ups.1000 single-leg squats.Plus, holding a dragon flag and a Baki plank for one hour.Looking in the mirror, Fang Cheng shows a satisfied expression.“All six skills are maxed out, I can finally synthesize the mythic talent, Asura's body.”Neon-lit chaotic dark city, countless crimson eyes lurking around.Conglomerates, serial killers, cultists, gene-modified beings, rebel groups…Fang Cheng, with his panel, intrudes into this seemingly ordinary mysterious world.Gaining experience and cultivating through push-ups.Fitness, boxing, sanda, parkour, meditation, breathing, qigong…Each seemingly ordinary skill achieves unimaginable heights.Pushing human limits ever higher, crushing every so-called “monster.”Until — becoming the god of the new world!

In a national key university in the 21st century, she is soft and cute, but she is actually an agent trained by a certain organization since she was a child. She just went out on a mission and was about to take the graduation exam when she came back. Taking a nap, I accidentally traveled to the ancient times in the sky.

Not only did she lose her beautiful appearance and modern high-tech, but she also became an abandoned woman. She said that it was exactly what I wanted.

From then on, the soft girl raised cubs to farm, and she had to accept extreme harassment from time to time.

She said: life is boring, the best is very good

The male protagonist said: My family has the best products, and it happens that my son is short of a mother. I don’t know why the little lady wants to come to my house and live with a buddy?

The hostess went home and asked her beloved daughter: Baby, is there anything you lack?

The baby replied: I lack a father

All right, if there is a lack of a mother over there, and a lack of a father here, then let’s go together, but, it’s not me, but you.

The male protagonist agreed without hesitation: “Little lady, please allow me a few days, and I will go home and break off the relationship.”

One is the male protagonist who broke up with his family and brought a boy, and the other is the second-cousin who was abandoned by her in-laws and brought a daughter

The two form a family for their children, pretending to be a fake couple to live together, and whether they can become a real couple in the end, please watch

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”