I Am Supreme - Chapter 1073 - I won!

Skyfire Avenue is a street that is 2048 meters long. There are 168 stores here, and each of the store owners is an extremely powerful adept. The Avenue does not permit any vehicles or any robots to pass through it, much less mecha. Even the patrolling police must move about on foot. This is because this is a street for pedestrians, a lane for nobles, hidden away within this high technology world. Lan Jue, the greatest of the mercenaries, code-named ‘Zeus’, has secluded himself here in Skyfire Avenue after the death of his wife. The name of his shop is “Zeus’ Jewelry Store”, and here in Skyfire Avenue, he has been given the title, Jewel Master.

After just recently attaining the trophy for emperor of the silver screen, Chu Yan dies in a traffic accident and is rebirthed into a period millennium years later.

Floating cars occupy the skies, and everyone owns virtual glasses. Culture explosion! Entertainment explosion!

Yet, in such a glorious and brilliant entertainment world, Chu Yan was astonished to discover that——all these people didn’t know how to act!!!

Simulation of moods through artificial intelligence? Special effects production replacing acting skills?

Becoming an actor simply by just understanding AI script? The era is progressing, but acting skills have retrogressed.

Reporter: Chu Yan, what is your opinion regarding the scandal this time about you already being married?

Chu Yan: …Please inform me, exactly who is my spouse?!

Rebirth of the emperor of the silver screen into a third-tier star: shooting movies, becoming popular, winning awards, and ascending to the peak, and setting off a surging tide to the apex of the entertainment circle!

As for who his partner was——

He Baishen: Hello, my surname is Yi, you may call me Yi Ming (Anonymous).

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Xiao Yunyi, who was born with a golden spoon in the 21st century, traveled through the space with her golden finger due to a plane crash, and when she woke up, she became Zhan Yunyi, the second daughter-in-law of Huaiyang Houfu of Longteng Kingdom, an overhead world.

Because three years ago, my father took his younger brother out to run errands. On the way back to the house, he lost his seven-year-old son-in-law because of nosy business, and the husband and wife became strangers since then.

The mother was exhausted, and at the end of her life, she tried her best to arrange a way back for her daughter.

Auntie Dafang and the mother and daughter not only need to calculate her already engaged fiance, but also want to work with Auntie Erfang to calculate her mother’s dowry. It’s really ‘tolerable or unbearable’ since you all want it, let you get your wish. .

But slowly found that things are not so simple, see how Yunyi finds his lost brother in this overhead world, cultivates a dragon and a phoenix in an adult, and helps the original owner and mother to avenge the hatred.

Behind him, Prince Rui, known as the iron-blooded cold-faced god ‘The King of War’ in the legend, silently protects him and sees how Yunyi lives in this life.

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”