Detective Ghost Empress - Chapter 447: Beating Gong -2

At 3 years of age, her father went missing. At 15, the muscle in her hand snapped. At 16, her mother passed away in a car accident. At 19, she was framed by her uncle. At 22, she was burned alive by her newly- wedded husband and her best friend. Perhaps it was God’s sympathy that allowed her to return to the time when she was 15 years old to re-live once more. The previous lifetime of being low- key and having forbearance resulted in betrayal and misery. In this lifetime, she must be lofty and domineering to let those who have bullied her suffer a terrible end!

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One god, one faith, one world, one mage… I am the only mage in the world.

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Lu Zhen, celebrating his new job at a prestigious company as a computer programmer, got extremely drunk, and the next thing he knew, he had crossed over to the martial world.

Luckily for him, he had also obtained the unbelievable [Level up] system.

[You have overeaten.]

[You acquired the Gluttony skill.]

[You have slashed a saber 100,000 times.]

[Saber mastery has reached level 10. It is evolving into....]

[You have reached the limits of your body's potential.]

[Your constitution is evolving...]

[You have meditated.]

[You have acquired the Talent skill.]

While other cultivators faced countless difficulties, Lu Zhen only had to do fulfill certain condition to become stronger.

From that moment on, Lu Zhen's journey began as a Great Demon King destined to conquer all beings.

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