MTL - Douluo: My Martial Spirit is the Ten Fierce Sky Horned Ants - Chapter 684 , Mr. An Xin, thank you for your understanding.

Traveling through Marvel and transforming into a girl, fortunately inheriting the broken godhead of Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom in Greek mythology.

When encountering a crisis, turn into the Goddess of War Wisdom, wear noble and gorgeous sacred clothes, hold the scepter of the Goddess of Victory and the Shield of Justice, form a saint warrior to protect yourself, create a sanctuary, and stand tall in the heavenly city and hell against all invading enemies.

Tear the sky, smash the earth Eighty-eight saints fought passionately for the goddess and the enemy, killing all hypocritical gods and demons who covet the world.

Kyle will lead his saints to the top of the universe, surpassing the five major gods and becoming the main god.

(It’s not too much, ten changes a day, just flowers and a monthly pass. The more flowers, the more motivation.)

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Ai Qian, a street-crazy author who wakes up every day because of her own poverty, is bound by the system!
The system is obedient: Host, you are the daughter of a rich family, you are a billionaire female president, you are a superstar… Are you happy?
Ai Qian: Hehe, I might be happier if there is no hero who can kill me at any time.

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Three Souls lay in one body,

One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all.

And He lost it all.

The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world.

A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning.

He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release.

And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself.

And the Third?

The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead.

He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, Yet manipulated Space.

His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body.

His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos.

His enemies were greater than one could count.

His luck is worse than shit.

And Yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above.

He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny.

“Ride this, my beloved consort!” Instantly rewarded with a punch in his charming face. He looked hurt, “I just wanted you to try out the mythical beast mount!”