The Villain's Little Sister is Spoiled by the Male Lead - Chapter 142: Event Banquet

The Cheng family finally found the real daughter who had been wandering the streets. Cheng Ling, the fake daughter who had been wrongly adopted for eighteen years, instantly became the family’s joke.

The real heiress was very domineering and the fake heiress was soon despised by the family.

Many people were waiting to see the fake daughter make a fool of herself, but they realized…

The world’s top medical expert: “May I know where Miss Cheng Ling, who was kicked out of the house, is? I begged her for a long time and she finally agreed to give me a chance to meet her.”

International idol Best Actor Tang: “Miss Cheng Ling, can you sell me another grape? Just one will do. After eating your grape, my voice is getting much more beautiful.”

The famous godfather of the Mafia said, “Miss Cheng Ling, can you sell me one of your cucumbers? I was seriously injured in my early years and it’s hard for me to recover. Only your cucumbers can save me.”

Soon, everyone realized that almost all the rich and powerful families in the world had a favor to ask of the fake daughter, Cheng Ling. As long as she said a word, those rich and powerful people would be willing to do anything for her.

That was because Cheng Ling had a piece of divine soil in her hands. The fruits of vegetables grown from divine soil had all kinds of magical and powerful effects.

Third Master Qin, who was feared by all the aristocrats in the world and was rumored to be extremely cold and ruthless, pretended to be pitiful in front of Cheng Ling. “Ling Ling, my chest hurts. Come, come, come. Stay here tonight. When I take off my clothes, you can take a good look at me…”

Cheng Ling: “Stay away from me, don’t get in the way of my farming.”

[When you cast a spell 1000 times, the damage of all skills will be permanently increased by +10000. At this time, your fireball spell is equivalent to TNT. 】

[You cast spells 300,000 times, permanently increasing the skill damage to +3 million. At this time, your fireball technique is equivalent to an atomic bomb explosion. 】

[You cast spells 80 million times, permanently increasing your skill damage by +800 million. At this time, your fireball technique is equivalent to a supernova explosion! 】

A global catastrophe is coming,

Lu Cheng returned from the apocalypse and returned to the first day of the disaster to unlock super god-level talents!

Endless Drain: Each time you cast a spell, the damage of all skills will be permanently increased by 10 points!

So, Lu Cheng silently stacked the layers and became invincible before he knew it.

The national war has begun and is besieged by the enemy’s coalition forces? It doesn’t exist. Do you understand the fireball deterrent?

A world-class BOSS with hundreds of millions of health points? I was hit by a fireball, what can I do?

God-level civilization invades and easily blows up the sun? My fireball technique is like the sun!

Until the gods joined forces to blockade and trapped Lu Cheng in the Forbidden Fire God Realm.

Lu Chengcai showed off the other 100 skills: “Who told you that I only know the fireball technique?”

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"One Sin can destroy a man..."

Azekiel, a young man, was forced to embrace his death simply for one small sin... the sin of Hunger.

It was only when he paid the price for his hunger with his life that he realized the cruelty of this world.

Watch Azekiel embrace the hunger that brought forth his demise as he walks on a path of total domination in the Tower of Sins, becoming the Seventh King of Sin: The King of unsatiable Gluttony!

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The Tower of Sins... A majestic Tower that appeared in the world just as the world had lost all hopes.

Humanity was near extinction in the apocalypse brought forth by the appearance of Monsters in the once peaceful world. Their last hope... The mystical tower that had appeared out of nowhere became the shelter of humanity.

The humans that took shelter in the tower were many; amongst them were a few that were selected by the Tower itself. These Humans were known as the Lord of Sins, who received abilities from the tower itself.

As for what abilities, no one knew... All people knew was that the abilities they received were related to the biggest sin they committed in life. They were all given one task... Climb the tower and reach the top to receive incredible strength and freedom.

Only Lord of Sins and the people they selected were authorized to climb and go up, facing hardships. They were the gods of the Tower! The rest... They were left behind on Floor Zero. Amongst the humans left behind was Azekiel... A human who had never committed even a single sin in his life. Until...

A single sin can change a person's life. What happens when a good man commits a sin worthy of making him a Lord of Sin?

The legend of Sins is about to unfold that can threaten reality itself, bringing forth many unimaginable secrets of the world!

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