CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol - Chapter 120 - 117: Competition Rules

The 35th Test Platoon of Antimagic academy, they’re one of squads enrolled at academy specializing in raising the witch hunters, whose job is to find and neutralize any magical threats!

Unfortunately there’s a group of failures nicknamed “Small Fry Platoon”, a platoon formed from bunch of self-centered people who can’t cooperate and have personality problems.

Will they manage to overcome their weaknesses and shine as the strongest platoon?

I see that I have reincarnated into a game world.This cultivation world is dangerous, so I shall install a max status attribute mod.The cost of living is expensive, so I shall install an infinite gold mod.Treasures and artifacts are scarce, so I shall install an item duplication mod.No alchemist is selling heaven-grade pills, so I shall install a pill factory mod.Someone said money doesn't grow on a tree, but my 4th-dimension farms grow spirit stones.Game protagonists are ruining countries and sects, so I shall install a protagonist-hunting mod.What game mods or systems should I install next? Oh, right, I forgot. I need to rescue poor villainesses and heroines from those vile protagonists. Please excuse this villain.

Su Nan accidentally came into contact with a game called “Demon World” and obtained a unique talent.

Just as he thought he would showcase his skills in the game, he discovered various signs indicating that the game he played was not simple.

Rampaging players, immortal demons, possessed monsters...

All sorts of incredible things happened one after another, and the real world gradually became bizarre.

Sensing the danger around him, Su Nan decisively chose to secretly develop himself.

When the game merged with reality, he looked back and realized that he had long become the biggest demon in the eyes of the players.

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A miracle doctor is exiled to an alternate savage world and forced to change his scummy ways!

Having thoroughly offended God, Yan Mo’s soul was transmigrated to another world. He quickly understood the cruelty of this world he’s in. The reason he was hit unconscious by someone and brought back to his home, was to be that primitive man’s food reserves in winter. The tribe he is in is a super spartan primitive tribe, the people here only respect two things: Combat power! Fighting ability! The former is the fighting power in battles, the latter is…

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Examine illness? Chinese medicine? Drink those bitter sandy things? The hell is that? Are you trying to murder our tribe’s warrior? Die!

Plant wheat? Raise pigs and chickens? We are warriors, not s*aves! Die!

Teaching the women to make clothes and cook? Make them soap and perfume? F*ck, he’s actually seducing our women! Die!

You’re a messenger of god? Here to lead us to a better life? Very well. We’ll give you one day, conquer all of our enemies, make them into sl*ves and bring them back. If you can’t, you’re dead!

Yan Mo: “……”