A Bet with Slutty Evil Being! - Chapter 32 32: A Weird Feeling! [R-18+]

I possessed a third-rate villain who died in every route of my favorite game.

But I want to live.

It has been six years since the game to decide the world’s fate began. The strongest player, Hero King Kang Yoosung, who has never lost his first place as the top ranker, greets a new season. “It was… over for me a f*cking long time ago. I’m just doing this for the money.“ [Provocation stat increasing exponentially!] [The Clown Lord expresses satisfaction with contractor’s behavior!] The survival journey of a player with insane talent begins now!

I really want to become stronger!

Ding! Congratulations to the host for binding to the Myriad Realms Mission Upgrade System and starting the journey of becoming stronger.

What? You said S-level ninjutsu is rare.

Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Immortal Technique? Dayama Rasengan.

What? You say the admiral is very strong? Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating Admiral Akainu. The Clear Sky Hammer is the strongest martial spirit! What, that thing can still kill people? I have Emperor Yan that can burn the sky! What, that thing can still burn people to death? System, I want to be the big boss. Ding, congratulations to the host for becoming the Digital Emperor. System, I want a Zanpakutō. Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the most powerful Ice Emperor Pill. “How do you practice? How do you practice so fast.” “Sorry, I am a genius.” My name is Xia Muyang, a person who thinks about wandering every day. I am not in the world, but there is a legend about me in the world.

Main characters: Natsume Yo, Wada Chiba,

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”