MTL - Guardians of Tirisfal of Konoha - Chapter 348 time, space

In a world where strength reigns supreme, Leon Xian was nothing but a cripple, mocked and humiliated by his peers. Betrayed, abandoned, and cast aside—his fate seemed sealed.Until he awakened the Limitless Copy System.Steal any talent. Copy any technique. Master any power.With a single touch, he rises from the depths of mediocrity to stand above geniuses. The arrogant elites who once looked down on him? He crushes them with their own techniques. The noble beauty who broke off their engagement? Now, she regrets it.From a sect’s laughingstock to an unstoppable force, Leon’s journey has just begun. Enemies will kneel, beauties will fall, and legends will be rewritten.Watch as the trash becomes invincible!

In an alternate world, a demon disrupts dynasties, harvests souls, and refines a banner of ten thousand souls.Under the heavenly tribulation, his body and soul are destroyed, but the Ten Thousand Souls Banner protects his undying spirit. Unable to possess a body, he's countered instead.A laid-back young man in society, wielding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, roams the human world.With the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in hand, I refine a Golden Core with good deeds.A slice-of-life story with no ambition for conquest, helping the departed fulfill their wishes, gaining merit to repair the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and enjoying a laid-back life.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

God rewards hard work, and there must be rewards for paying.

And no matter how hard you work, you will gain 100%!

So, for things like cultivating immortals, don’t you just need to have hands?

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