Industrial Strength Magic - Chapter 195: Temple

Ye Hai traveled to the Marvel Universe, with a large scientist system, and IQ completely exploded all Marvel superheroes and rebels.

     “What is Iron Man? His steel suit is all my cottage! Tony, I seriously warn you that you have to pay me patent tax!”

     “The Hulk’s stuff is harassing me again, isn’t it just turning your ass red? But I have solved your problem of getting out of control, and a little sequelae should be.

     “Captain America, don’t always show off your shield, your shield is not unusual, I can mass-produce it!”

- Description from b faloo

The person who was locked away inside the thorn-covered tower was not a princess, but a witch who employed the powers of darkness.

A brave young hero came searching for the tower in order to kill the witch.

– Light would force the darkness to recede, and grant it eternal rest

The witch wished.

That things would end with, ‘and the hero lived happily ever after killing the witch,’ like in the fairy tales.

And so, she had devised everything to happen in accordance to her wishes.

But the boy, who had grown up in but no time at all, would make the unfamiliar face of man’s from time to time.

“You want me to kill you? ……Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

Reality was very different from the fairy tales.

“The people don’t know of the precious treasure locked away in the tower.

I won’t let anyone else have this god given treasure, this crown of god surrounded by thorns that no one else could recognize.”

The hero gave the witch a slow and deep kiss.

“I am the true victor, and no one else.”

The ill-fated high school student Liu Yuan obtained the inheritance of the top civilization in the universe and changed his own destiny. He also used many powerful technologies in the inheritance to lead the Chinese nation to rise in the universe.

- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”