The Last Gentleman - Chapter 345: The Insomniac

Eighty years ago, Qi Shijiang was a crosstalk artist who was a good performer.

Eighty years later, he borrowed a body to resurrect himself in the entertainment circle.

Despite living again, it’s really not easy to reenter the old profession.

As far as this face is concerned, no one believes that he is talking about crosstalk. No one believes that he does not rely on his face to eat.

– What is the use of this magnificent beauty? ?

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“I am an exception.”—Dimm....Growing up in poverty, Dimm never expected anything good in life. His main means of earning had been through begging.However, even he didn't know there would come a day that would be his last day on Earth. He had received a chocolate from a girl. Along with the snack, was a game card.After consuming the chocolate, Dimm bilocated into a Survival game where he must soar through all challenges.But, he seemed to be chosen for another cause in this survival game.In this game, he will suddenly begin to uncover his lineage which he had long not known anything about. He is embodied with the mark of a forgotten god of the game and must thrive to complete the initial course of this god.To achieve this, he had inherited a different system from the other...***«Game Breaking Loopholes Detected!»[>>>Glitch Unlocked!][>>>Unlimited Evolution Unlocked!][>>>Alteration Unlocked!][>>>Devourer Unlocked!]“Good luck, Dimm.”...Follow me to wander the path of this novel as Dimm takes on responsibility, explores the game world, and strives to complete its missions.Tags:#Kingdom Building#Survival Challenges#Mystery Unravel#Harem...

A story in which a woman, after learning that the world would end in ten days, sets out to finish one last thing: murder her ex-girlfriend.

However, she ends up befriending, and spending the world’s final days with, the little sister of her ex-girlfriend instead.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.