Demonic Skeleton God - Chapter 141: Sealable

Qing Qin dressed as the cannon fodder character with the same name in the book, is an unlucky man who was imprisoned for a major accident after inheriting the richest man’s family business.

Now, he is about to start the first round of investment competition.

The winner of the competition will inherit the richest man’s 100 billion family business and embark on the road of cannon fodder, while the loser gets 10 million, which was enough for him to enjoy himself.

Qing Qin: “Okay, 1 million loses 1 million, and 10 million loses 10 million. If I don’t lose the game, I will be a dog!”

Seven years later.

Qing Qin is worth 100 billion yuan and is listed on the Forbes Rich List.

The former richest man burst into tears: “I now understand why you refused to compete to be heir in the first place. Even without the protection of your parents, you can create a business empire alone!”

The protagonist confessed to the media: “With all the properties under Lou’s family as a gift. I hope you can agree to my pursuit.”

Qing Qin looked up at the sky and sighed. He could only write sadly in his autobiography: “Really, I didn’t think about making money at first…”

This book became a bestseller. Netizens are happy to play along–

“Actually, I don’t plan to make money.”

“It’s not that I make money, but that money put itself into my arms.”

“Damn money, go away!”

- Description from Novelupdates

Stripped of his blood meridians, young lad Lu Ming suffered all kinds of humiliating demise and was deemed useless. One day, he gained access to the Supreme Shrine by chance and went on a glorious, odds-defying path with a reborn supreme blood meridian.

The myriad paths of the Dragon Emperor were birthed by cultivating the True War Dragon Technique, devouring countless living beings, connecting all blood meridians under the skies, and traveling through and defeating heroes from all Nine Skies and Ten Lands.

Feng Fan, a high school senior with dreams of becoming a successful Xianxia web novelist, never imagined his life would turn into the very story he aspired to write.Summoned to another world alongside his entire class, he finds himself thrust into the White Crow Sect, a place for cultivating immortality.However, his talent for Qi Cultivation is deemed the lowest possible.Just as despair threatens to consume him, Feng Fan discovers his unique cheat ability: Mind-Reading. Armed with this secret ability, he maneuvers through schemes, outwits his enemies, charms beauties, and ascends the heavens!“Feng Fan, do you dare to steal my legacy?” Third rate-villain 1“Feng Fan, you bastard, you stole my wife! I’ll erase your clan from existence!” Third rate-villain 2“Please, improve your plans, I can see your schemes from miles away!” Feng Fan.#comedy #cultivation #yandere #tsundere #transmigration #r18 #faceslapping #haremDisclaimer: This is a COMEDY cultivation novel, the comedy is the main point.NO ntr, NO yuri

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.