Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

A genius. Autistic, lonely, paranoid, mad. Whenever times change, he raises the banner of the inverted cross. Success brings him to the rank of king, prince, or general; failure brings him to the rank of maggot, fly, or feces. He pacifies troubled times, his followers flocking to him, bringing forth talented individuals. Hiding in the streets, he commands the world with unparalleled power, a singular presence.

Four hundred years ago, a meteorite gave birth to monsters that could only survive by consuming human flesh and blood. These monsters, adept at hiding among people and stalking their prey, were known as the Aliens. In response, the Federation established the Federal Alien Countermeasures Bureau, also known as "FACA," using the genetic cells of the Aliens to cultivate elite officers to combat them. An Ran was one of the most outstanding officers, but he harbored a secret, possessing another identity: "she," a member of the Alien race…

As long as you want to, you can.

After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that practicing Buddhism was such a simple thing.

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On the blue sea, a huge steel fleet is riding the waves.

Deep beneath the sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and stared coldly upwards.

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Fighter planes roared, cutting through the sea of ​​clouds.

Ahead, huge wings hang down from the clouds and cranes cry in the sky.

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In the fierce battle, artillery fire was blazing and bullets were flying everywhere, but faintly, there was the sound of sword energy.

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This is a world where technology has risen, but myths have not yet dissipated.

The road to immortality has been cut off, leaving only a figure still walking alone.

[June 28th, I time-traveled.] [July 1st, I disguised myself as a kingdom agent and fooled the sheriff, sentence +10 years] [July 18th, I forged an identity to cross the border and incidentally killed the border guard, sentence +80 years] [August 2nd, I started brewing and selling bootlegging, and had eight fights with local thugs in one day. The Night Shift Chief was furious, sentence +50 years] [August 21st, I changed my identity and joined the Night Shift Bureau, altered my file, sentence -140 years] [September 3rd, I was discovered altering the file, sentence +500 years!] [December 25th, I ignited the flames of Reforging Fala City, sentence... +40k years, haha]... [July 7th, I am the Night Shift Chief now, sentence permanently reset to zero]... [December 12th, these files need a name change, how about the Regent's Memoirs?]... [June 28th, it's time...]

The third year of Hongwu.

When Zhu Yuanzhang established his rule over the world, many things needed to be done.

There was a loud bang on a clear sky, and Deng Qianqiu came into the world: "Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best. Time is money, and a thousand gold cannot buy a moment. From now on, this is the ancestral motto of my Deng family. Dad, I wrote this especially for you, you must remember it."

A slow but not lazy journey to infinity... Wang Shui was already struggling as hard as he could.

Difficulty choosing, collecting addiction, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and all kinds of terminal illnesses. Since you can't become the best in your class, you might as well just sit down and wait for the next class, or the next class, or the next class, or the next class. Down……

Introduction to the work "Heavenly Black Household: I Open a Money House in the Immortal World (Also known as: Financial Consumer Terminator):

[System + Time Travel + Financial War + Darkness + Anti-Routine Harvesting] When 996 office worker Chu Xinghe traveled through the fairyland with the financial big data system, he found himself a black household in the Heavenly Dao credit system - he had no spiritual roots, could not practice, and even breathing was subject to "spiritual energy tax". He took out a calculator with a grim smile: "Playing with me? Let me show you a real dimensionality reduction attack!"

At the beginning, he mortgaged the flying sword of the Sword Immortal to make a "routine loan" and used leverage to pry the Danzong's ten thousand-year inventory; in the middle term, he issued "merit coins" to harvest incense and faith, and used short selling to exploit the thousand-year treasures of the Dragon Palace; in the later stage, he directly triggered the financial crisis of the fairy world, making the immortals and Buddhas in the sky kneel down and beg him to do debt restructuring! When the Jade Emperor's Lingxiao Palace was put up for judicial auction, when the Demon Lord cried and signed a trillion soul gambling agreement, Chu Xinghe stepped on the fragments of the Heavenly Law and laughed: "Who still cultivates immortality these days? Finance is the source of all things!"

The three hundred years of planning hides a shocking reversal: the so-called system is actually the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and all plunder will eventually feed back to the rules. Chu Xinghe tore up the contract at the highest level of the Zhutian Exchange, and millions of photo stones simultaneously broadcast evidence of the Heavenly Dao manipulating the catastrophe. "Consumer rights? I am the biggest dealer!"

When the last Immortal Emperor signed the equity transfer agreement with trembling hands, the plaque of the bank suddenly turned into a golden list of heaven: [Everything can be securitized, and all living beings are holders]. This is a bloody epic of capital locusts gnawing at the immortal world, and it is also the ultimate counterattack launched by financial evil spirits against the outdated rules! Click to witness: How to pry apart the thirty-three heavens with an abacus!