QT: Grace To Grass Counterattack System - Chapter 1 Tasker

The messengers of destruction have once again been sent by their god, bearing the promise of apocalypse.Fire consumes everything, heralding the end of worlds— from Asgard to Atlantis, from heaven to hell. Once again, the fist of the god of destruction is poised to crush the very dimensions of existence, drawing ever closer to its goal. Amidst the chaos, a humble foot soldier—an insignificant speck on the grand stage—struggles to survive, fighting to climb towards the top.This is the combined story of Global Demon King: Starting as the Abyssal Dragon—Stronghold Legends and writer creativity

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Form, feeling, thought, and awareness, the four truths and five aggregates refine the truth,

Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, five tones and six rhythms come into the sword.

A liberal arts student crossed over with a pile of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures,

“Monster, you are predestined with me, why don’t you follow me back to the cave to practice!”

“Master, can I marry a wife if I practice with you?”

“Why don’t you turn left when you go out, there is a school of sword practice over there.”

There is also an old book “Chunyang Sword Master”, which can also be read step by step.

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He was on his way to buy some beer to celebrate his acceptance as a civil servant when he was suddenly isekai’d by truck-kun.

This novel is about low ranking staff Shan Shan being oppressed by the Big Boss. She keeps fighting but keeps losing. So she finally stopped struggling and obediently surrendered…

Shan Shan, extremely docile, waited outside the delivery room at the temporary blood bank. At the same time, the big boss sent her away to do a blood test to ensure she was of good health and suitable blood type.

Sure enough, the pregnant woman was in a critical condition. Thus, Shan Shan obediently let 300 cc of her blood being pumped. The condition of the pregnant woman improved. Shan Shan received many thanks, left the hospital and lamented this while looking at the moon:

“Capitalists really are blood-suckers, heartless, heartless.”

Shan Shan, who is deep in thought, did not notice a black limousine has stopped behind her. The man at the back seat heard her sigh, moved his mouth and then closed the recently opened window.

“Drive home.”

“Boss, didn’t you just say you want to send Miss Xue back?”

“No need,” the man said without expression, “capitalists are heartless.”