Chapter 31: The Struggle—To Live, or Not to Live?

My head hurts so much!

At this moment, Wen Miaohan felt an urge to just give up on everything. If living was going to be this difficult, then surely she had the right not to want to live at all!

Six months is the absolute limit, isn't it?

I will treat every day as if it were my last, living exactly how I please. Even if that so-called Author were to erase me this instant, at least every remaining second would have been lived according to my own will.

Right now, Wen Miaohan just wanted to ignore the system entirely; she refused to continue doing—

"Think about it, I can do a front dunk, a reverse dunk, a two-handed dunk—that's three right there. The last one can be an alley-oop, and then we're done. It’s all up to God now," Ace said, throwing his hands up.

Zhang Shusheng had exhausted every effort to integrate the various second- and third-rate gangs. Since arriving in Shanghai, he had barely closed his eyes. Everything he did was for the sole purpose of allowing the "Loyalty Society" to step onto the central stage of the Shanghai underworld with a truly staggering presence. And this was exactly what Wu Anping had hoped to see.

Lin Yun'er suddenly felt a surge of warmth in her hand. The piercing pain she had felt just a moment ago began to fade away under the continuous heat radiating from Zhao Ziyi's large palm.

With the golden headband gone, those sealed memories came flooding back. Fortunately, the Monkey's strength was not low; his powerful primordial spirit easily withstood the onslaught of memories.

Lu Rui still harbored some doubts. This was because Luo Hong had added a strange request: he was to send men to throw Lu Tianhao’s father, Lu Qishan, and Lu Panhao into the Valley of the Dead and leave them to fend for themselves! Although it was bizarre, Lu Rui dared not question it and quickly agreed.

Ye Hua had won over twenty consecutive matches without a single defeat. Although he had encountered some fierce opponents who made the fights difficult, he had managed to subdue them all by relying on the superior combat power of his advanced combat AI.

"Could it be that they want to drag my mother into this? Or perhaps, they intend to pull in my maternal grandfather and the entire old dynasty!" At this thought, Wang Feng’s heart gave a violent jolt.

"Yunyun, you're awake!" Yan Yi had been watching Zhan Yunyun closely, and he spoke with great excitement upon seeing her open her beautiful eyes.

"You're talking nonsense! Our Yue'er has already turned over a new leaf; she... she would never do something like that!" Although Bai Xi said this, her words clearly lacked conviction.

He was dressed in dark robes embroidered with gold, as noble and magnificent as the aura he exuded—like a flower on a high mountain, unattainable and regal.

Fang Dong, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all. He looked at him with indifferent eyes, projecting a calm that suggested if the other dared to approach, he could pin him to the ground and crush him.

The wind howled here, lightning flashed, and thunder roared as rain poured down in torrents. The Rain Clan truly lived up to their name; the moment they made a move, they took control of the weather, conjuring a tempest.

Everyone present could feel the immense power of those two entities. Their strength had completely surpassed the Tribulation Transcendence and Mahayana stages. That they could still remain in the mortal realm suggested they were not merely Celestial Immortals, but Scattered Immortals—the elite among them.

Inside a car, someone wearing sunglasses took out a camera and began filming Mu Jin’s back as she walked, as well as the surrounding streets and environment.

Several silver scouts who had switched tasks had now become power suppliers for the heavy artillery, providing the cannons with even greater strength.

It seemed that only by surviving this round of Luo Ming’s fitness exercises could one truly say they had experienced the full journey at the Mushroom House.

Each of the two barracks housed over fifty people. After accounting for those on patrol, night watch, or rotation, there were only about forty people who could be gathered immediately.

The Imperial-class Star Destroyers pushed forward, braving endless energy attacks, while the Supreme Commander of the Blue Demons learned from his subordinate, Ka Fei, about the tactics used by the remnants of the Azure Alliance.

He was telling the truth. Although the city was in chaos that night, these followers of the Illuminati were merely ordinary people. Even if some of them possessed strange powers, they were no different from Feize—hardly worth mentioning.