I'm So Strong That Life and Death Are Just a Joke to Me

Also known as: Disaster Game [Transmigration] + [Disaster Game] + [National Destiny instance from the start] + [Tycoon] + [Invincible] + [Multiple male leads] + [Plot] + [Showing off] + [No self-sacrificing saint types] + [Self-interest] No puzzles, no mind games, just a brainless tycoon charging into battle and killing, killing, killing. First of all, I'm a heroine stan. If anyone insults the heroine, I'll insult them right back. Second, no mother-in-law fantasies or people dreaming of marrying the Third Prince. Stay away. Finally, some of the profanity in this story is purely due to my poor upbringing. I've gotten used to writing that way. I won't accept writing advice. If you can't stand it, leave. Don't come at me. This is a personal power fantasy that I initially wrote just for my own amusement. The whole point is that if it isn't satisfying, why bother writing it? Nothing much to say, so here's an excerpt??? Lan Yue suddenly grinned and gave a soft laugh. “I really don't like your attitude.” Along with those words came a fist wreathed in dark, eerie energy One punch puts you to sleep, two wakes you up, three sends you to the King of Hell. It only took three punches to beat that male bartender into pieces! Yeah... that's right, literally into pieces! She summoned her Hellchain Sword, channeling the aura and power of the baleful spirit into Poxu. Their minds connected, and she and the sword became one. At a single thought, countless razor-sharp beams of dark sword energy formed at lightning speed, then shot out just as fast, like a sky full of meteors. Cold light flashed as sword shadows crisscrossed. By the time the blades stopped flashing, those young men had been chopped into mincemeat. Just kidding. The pieces weren't that big.