MTL - The War of Resistance - Chapter 1125 2 cubicles

“Even if Yama wants a person dead, Almighty Ye can bring them back to life!”The one in a century miracle doctor, Ye Qianli, fights the King of Hell, King Yama, and the Grim Reaper with a silver needle in one hand. She winsevery battle and never fails.In a transmigration, she becomes the princess of a dynasty. It was a pity that she's not doted on by her father and mother. She is even framed by hercousin who wants to destroy her goddess body, snatch her man, and steal hermoney.Scram!With the godly doctor possessing her body, she becomes ferocious.Cultivating a divine cultivation technique and refining divine pills, she tramples on bitches and slaps their faces, I'll let you know what it means tobe the favored daughter of heaven! She can produce worldly treasures herselfand picks up treasure everywhere she goes. It just makes one envious andjealous.In a unfortunate sequence of events, due to an intense poison, she “offends” a cold and handsome man in a moment of desperation.Legend had it the revered one in the dynasty, the Prince Charming of theeducational institution. If he catches her, he would want to torture and killher. What should she do?

Damian, a Centurion of the Punishment Unit of the Baroque Kingdom. “Damn it.” Just once. If I were given just one more chance… ‘I would have truly conquered the battlefield with these guys.’ At the age of 30, he closed his eyes on a nameless battlefield. But when he opened them, he found himself back 17 years in the past. And this time, he had a perfectly functioning mana core that could wield magic. ‘This time.’ I will rise higher than anyone else. I won’t be swept away by the turbulent times. ‘I will conquer.’ Damian, who has returned to the past, wields his spear toward the world.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.