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Biscuit Oliva Ball Technique

BOW DOWN TO THE MIGHTY ANCIENT FLUFF BALL? wow that name sucks

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,
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Life Simulation: Add Tags Starting with Wellness Technique

Waking up, Han Zhao transmigrated to a world where the kingdoms competed for supremacy and the demons were rampant. The Divine Warrior Family stood high above the world, and the Spiritual Beast Family overlooked all living beings. The Martial Dao system was broken and declining. Han Zhao had mediocre qualifications but was armed with a prompt simulator. After the kryptonite simulation, he could choose one of three choices: [word], [attribute points], and [life experience]. [You practice martial arts for eight years and barely get started. At twenty-five years old, you marry a wife and have a child. At the age of fifty, you die of illness.] [You have been practicing martial arts for one year and have successfully started. Twenty-two years old, in an open fight between gangs, you are seriously injured and die of poisoning.]   ... [Life Simulation]: Basic entry, simulate future life once. [Blade and Sword Dual Mastery]: White word entry, triple the qualification of blade and sword dao. [Basic Master]: Green entry, double the speed of basic martial arts cultivation, and greatly increases the probability of breaking through the upper limit. [Late Bloomer]: Blue entry, qualification increases with age. [Body Refining Maniac]: Purple entry, a huge breakthrough in cultivating body refining techniques. [Dan Dao Sag]: Orange entry, the qualification of alchemy is increased a hundred times. [Immortal Posture]: Red entry, looks more and more beautiful, and has a charming effect on the opposite sex.   ... [The 72nd level of the Nourishing Health Skill; special effects: strong body (hidden special effects: immortality, sun true astral, nirvana holy body, five-color divine light...)] As long as there were enough entries, the mediocre power and simple and easy-to-learn nourishment techniques could be practiced to become a supreme martial art.
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