The Chief Minister's Ferocious Wife - Chapter 219 - Nobody Is Forcing You

Shirou only had the best intentions that night he chose to cast aside his ideals. Now trapped in a strange world where Gods, Angels & Devils run rampant, he's about to learn just what kind of road said intentions have built...provided he can finish his second year without accidentally kick-starting another Holy War.Translate and writing awesome fanfics..

Bai Wu suddenly gains the ability to see the success rate of events in the real world. After experimenting with buying lottery tickets, he realizes the extent of his superpower.Thus, a lucky “Prince of Fortune” who succeeds in everything he does is born! A single antique trade turns him into a multimillionaire overnight.A casual blind date makes him the object of affection for two beautiful women.A random visit to a street market propels him into a massive fortune of 2.5 billion!With his extraordinary ability, he steadily ascends to the pinnacle of life!

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.