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The septillionaire's superstar system abandoned
In no time, Murong Wuque ran back with the disciples. “How was it?” Alvin asked, turning to him. “Indeed, there were other prisoners, but they are all dead. Also, we found another room where those glasswares containing various liquids were kept. Yang Yang mistakenly knocked over two of the glasses and pink smoke filled the room, we had to hurry out and lock the room. But it's still seeping out from beneath the door. There are also two more of the sealing formation we found in that room; there are definitely evil entities hidden beneath the ground. Also, we found more treasures, but nothing like the room full of treasures we initially raided. Some of the treasures we found this time had the aura of darkness. The black-purple ring we found on top of a Scarlet throne in the room we found the treasures in, was especially suspicious. All the treasures with attributes of darkness were sealed in a wooden box being kept in my possession. I won't give it to others to prevent an accident.
The septillionaire's superstar system complex emotions
Alvin took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. “It's fine. I can find my way out without anyone's help. I will just go with my initial plan. At least, I have not set the fire.” He muttered, and turned to leave. Something dangled from his side vision, making him turn in that direction. He saw the climbing rope he gave them to go up, dangling around, making him frown. “Did they forget to cut the rope? Common sense should tell them that if they want me to be completely trapped, the rope must be cut.” He walked to the rope and pulled it, noticing that it was sturdy, probably still tied to the tree. Particles of sand began to fall, and a white fist appeared beside the rope, trying to punch a hole through. “Fellow cultivator, if you're out, grab the rope, I'm exhausted.” He heard Murong Wuque shout as he punched out an additional hole, making it wide enough for someone's head to pass through. Alvin frowned, feeling confused. Didn't they abandon him? Why did they change th
The septillionaire's superstar system finally out
Alvin brought out two cartons of bottled water and four loaves of bread. “These are supplies I brought along. The water is twenty cans, enough for everyone to take one. As for the bread, maybe four people should share one.” Feng quickly tore open the cans of water and shared it. It was the big size containing 150cl. So it was enough for everyone to wash their hands and faces, drink, and still have more. “I haven't seen this kind of vessel for storing water in the past. And the water is cold and refreshing.” A red haired girl who didn't talk much said, making everyone nod in agreement. “It's from my place. It's not available in this part.” Alvin whispered, and gulped down the water he got. There were still four cans of water remaining on the ground. “If four people share one loaf, then the last will be shared by three people since we're only fifteen.” “Then the youngest should take two parts. The baby of the house should always get the biggest share of food.” Alvin said no
The septillionaire's superstar system Trail of blood
They had not landed yet when they realized that something was wrong. Murong Wuque slowed down and tightened his arm around Alvin, looking down at the previous camp. Although they had loosened some of the tents and taken the important stuff, including supplies, they left some tents behind to make it easy for the servants to serve dinner because they were sure to be exhausted when they returned. But right now, everywhere was eerily quiet. Even the horses tethered to trees were gone. No, on a closer look, they were not gone nor stolen, they were killed in a brutal massacre. Alvin's eyes narrowed in a deep frown, he had also noticed the same thing, making him look down. Dead bodies of servants and vagrant cultivators initially meant to accompany them were littered on the ground, their corpses brutalized in a bone chilling manner. The bodies even changed colors, as if someone used an evil art to suck them dry. They immediately landed, and Yang Yang rushed to examine the corpses. Chu
The septillionaire's superstar system Finding a Survivor
Alvin had experienced first hand about how powerful, talented and insanely talented the medicine sage valley’s disciples were on this mission. Just fourteen of them could impress him. How about their more than a hundred disciples present back in the valley? And he also never experienced their true skills and the level of their expertise because Murong Wuque did all the hard work, letting them act leisurely. He had not seen them fight with the smell of death clinging to their skins. All through the missions, each person used their individual skills either bestowed by their masters or gotten from their families before they joined the valley, showing how powerful their backgrounds were. Those kinds of people were definitely no pushovers, the valley was extremely selective when accepting disciples. In addition, none of them used their strongest weapons—poison. The disciples of the valley were notorious for poisoning opponents to death in dire situations. They didn't use it this time be
The septillionaire's superstar system Betrayal
Alvin Kent yawned, feeling exhausted. He had been working various jobs since morning, not counting the household chores that always kept him busy at home. He just graduated from college using partial scholarships, and had not been able to find a corporate job, making him forced to continue his odd jobs. “A glass of mocktail please.” A girl shouted from a corner where she and her noisy friends were sitting. “Coming right up.” Alvin quickly served them and turned to leave. A familiar song began to play, making him frown. “Isn't this the song Sonya escorted me to their company to record last week? How come it's already on air?” Alvin whispered, feeling confused. “Why did she release it without telling me? Was it supposed to be a surprise?” He muttered, knowing there was no way his wife of two years would intentionally try to make him happy, even if the sun rose from the north. “Fred Coleman's song is playing. Wow! He released this song just yesterday and the song is already cli
The septillionaire's superstar system To kill him
“In case you forgot, grandpa is no longer here.” Sonya whispered, her eyes cold and malicious as she took a menacing step towards him. Alvin scoffed and rolled his eyes at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. “Free food? I handed over my salary every month for my share of the food which I never ate. I worked tirelessly, cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, and all manner of work. You all always say that since Sonya is a star, she should focus more on her acting career. I never complained and endured all the abuses you unleashed on me for the past three years. However, I will never let this go. Sonya, give me back the money I gave you for the song's production, and return the rights to my songs.” “You must be pretty stupid to say that. Do you think that trash like you deserves wealth and fame? You're just a toad lusting after swan meat. All your life you're trash and will remain so. It's also good you're back. Here are the divorce papers and share transfer certificates, sign them.”
The septillionaire's superstar system Awakening an awesome system
Alvin's body was floating on the cold lake in the middle of the city. The normally busy street only had a few cars passing along the road by that time of the night. He was too weak to open his eyes or ask for help. He just lay there, awaiting death. All of a sudden, a huge siren blared in his mind, waking him up from the coma he fell into after being beaten to a deplorable state. [Host found, initiating the septillionaire's superstar system. Do you accept or reject?] The exhausted Anthony couldn't answer…he felt his eyes drooping again as he sank deeper into the water. “Wake up! The moment you sleep, you die. Don't you want to live and take revenge for all Sonya put you through in these past few months? Keep your eyes open no matter what happens. Do you want the system or not? If you say yes, you will have access to unlimited wealth, supernatural abilities, and anything you can imagine. You will become the most famous superstar, a strong warrior, and the richest man around. In exc
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Finding a Survivor
Alvin had experienced first hand about how powerful, talented and insanely talented the medicine sage valley’s disciples were on this mission. Just fourteen of them could impress him. How about their more than a hundred disciples present back in the valley? And he also never experienced their true skills and the level of their expertise because Murong Wuque did all the hard work, letting them act leisurely. He had not seen them fight with the smell of death clinging to their skins. All through the missions, each person used their individual skills either bestowed by their masters or gotten from their families before they joined the valley, showing how powerful their backgrounds were. Those kinds of people were definitely no pushovers, the valley was extremely selective when accepting disciples. In addition, none of them used their strongest weapons—poison. The disciples of the valley were notorious for poisoning opponents to death in dire situations. They didn't use it this time be
Trail of blood
They had not landed yet when they realized that something was wrong. Murong Wuque slowed down and tightened his arm around Alvin, looking down at the previous camp. Although they had loosened some of the tents and taken the important stuff, including supplies, they left some tents behind to make it easy for the servants to serve dinner because they were sure to be exhausted when they returned. But right now, everywhere was eerily quiet. Even the horses tethered to trees were gone. No, on a closer look, they were not gone nor stolen, they were killed in a brutal massacre. Alvin's eyes narrowed in a deep frown, he had also noticed the same thing, making him look down. Dead bodies of servants and vagrant cultivators initially meant to accompany them were littered on the ground, their corpses brutalized in a bone chilling manner. The bodies even changed colors, as if someone used an evil art to suck them dry. They immediately landed, and Yang Yang rushed to examine the corpses. Chu
finally out
Alvin brought out two cartons of bottled water and four loaves of bread. “These are supplies I brought along. The water is twenty cans, enough for everyone to take one. As for the bread, maybe four people should share one.” Feng quickly tore open the cans of water and shared it. It was the big size containing 150cl. So it was enough for everyone to wash their hands and faces, drink, and still have more. “I haven't seen this kind of vessel for storing water in the past. And the water is cold and refreshing.” A red haired girl who didn't talk much said, making everyone nod in agreement. “It's from my place. It's not available in this part.” Alvin whispered, and gulped down the water he got. There were still four cans of water remaining on the ground. “If four people share one loaf, then the last will be shared by three people since we're only fifteen.” “Then the youngest should take two parts. The baby of the house should always get the biggest share of food.” Alvin said no
complex emotions
Alvin took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. “It's fine. I can find my way out without anyone's help. I will just go with my initial plan. At least, I have not set the fire.” He muttered, and turned to leave. Something dangled from his side vision, making him turn in that direction. He saw the climbing rope he gave them to go up, dangling around, making him frown. “Did they forget to cut the rope? Common sense should tell them that if they want me to be completely trapped, the rope must be cut.” He walked to the rope and pulled it, noticing that it was sturdy, probably still tied to the tree. Particles of sand began to fall, and a white fist appeared beside the rope, trying to punch a hole through. “Fellow cultivator, if you're out, grab the rope, I'm exhausted.” He heard Murong Wuque shout as he punched out an additional hole, making it wide enough for someone's head to pass through. Alvin frowned, feeling confused. Didn't they abandon him? Why did they change th
abandoned
In no time, Murong Wuque ran back with the disciples. “How was it?” Alvin asked, turning to him. “Indeed, there were other prisoners, but they are all dead. Also, we found another room where those glasswares containing various liquids were kept. Yang Yang mistakenly knocked over two of the glasses and pink smoke filled the room, we had to hurry out and lock the room. But it's still seeping out from beneath the door. There are also two more of the sealing formation we found in that room; there are definitely evil entities hidden beneath the ground. Also, we found more treasures, but nothing like the room full of treasures we initially raided. Some of the treasures we found this time had the aura of darkness. The black-purple ring we found on top of a Scarlet throne in the room we found the treasures in, was especially suspicious. All the treasures with attributes of darkness were sealed in a wooden box being kept in my possession. I won't give it to others to prevent an accident.
Missing the system
Su Mei looked up at that moment, her eyes filled with tears. She didn't look terrified or suprised by the sight of him. “Yan'er.” She whispered, and tried to reach for him, but her hand passed right through, making her cry harder. She smiled through her tears and took a deep breath. “Yan'er, go well. Do you want me to come along?” He shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness. “I love you, but you can't follow me. Live well here, keep me in your heart, but don't be burdened. If you meet a man that treats you as good as I did, you can follow him and live happily. I will be jealous, but what I want the most is to see you live well, healthy and happy: the things I promised you but failed to do. All my life, I prided myself on keeping all my promises. But the first person I failed turned out to be you, the one I loved the most. I'm so sorry for breaking your heart, forgive me for not giving you the future you deserve.” He whispered, his eyes heavy. He would probably be c
THE REQUIEM
They stepped back and Su Mei walked to the coffin, she took deep, uneven breaths, gasping like she would die any moment. This was the first time she was seeing his corpse since Murong Wuque prevented the girls from coming to see him till he got dressed. “Ah…oh…mmm…” She kept groaning and gasping, unable to form coherent words. She reached for his face, caressing him as she wept. “Yan'er…aaaa… mmm… . Please… no.. Oh… ah… ah… ah.. You… oh… promise… you…” The sounds coming from her lips were total nonsense, incoherent as she cried. Murong Wuque signalled everyone to face the floor and give them the privacy to say their final goodbyes. She kissed his ice cold knuckles, bathing him in her tears as she hugged him, crying bitterly. For fifteen minutes, the girls sang various farewell songs while waiting for her to finish crying. She looked at him attentively, and ran her hands over his body and felt his pulse, each false hope she gave herself about reviving him dashing harder than
what's his background
“Of course not, I have lots of people with me. And our place is quite huge. Let's just say I'm the current clan master of my clan.” Alvin said with a nonchalant smile, as if he didn't think much of it. However, his words made everyone go silent as they all had the same thought. If he was the current clan master despite his young age, it was truly easy to guess what happened to his family. His family must have been exterminated by an enemy, and he was among the people smuggled out to safety. After his parents died and his clan fell, he did either of two things. One, cultivated crazily till he got strong enough to take revenge and return to their original clan to rebuild it. Two, using the scarce resources available to him he found a new settlement for his clan and moved there with the survivors. That must be the reason he cultivated crazily to get stronger, and had a mature aura like their first brother. It was because he had lots of burden on his shoulders, bearing the task of
ambiguous feelings
Alvin noticed everyone staring at him, making him frown. “Why are you guys looking at me like that? Wuque may keep it, I won't fight anyone for it.” Murong Wuque smiled and looked at him ambiguously. “Are you truly sure you want to let go of it?” Alvin nodded, and Wuque smirked, quickly bringing out a bigger ice box from his storage ring. “Ah? How did our first brother get a hold of this box that is used to store ancient treasures?” Murong Wuque carefully placed the box into the bigger one, and placed a seal on it, quickly sending it into his storage ring. “Then I have to thank you for being generous.” “Why are you thanking me? We found it together.” Alvin replied with a frown showing his nonchalance. Murong Wuque smiled, then bit his lips as if trying to prevent himself from laughing. “What's wrong with you?” Alvin snapped, asking the question in the minds of everyone. Like a trigger, the question made Wuque burst into laughter, laughing loudly. Alvin's eyes narro
