Classless Ascension - Chapter 309: Fake Holy Paladin!

A 20 year old young chef, Kai, loved Supernatural things. He loved to read and know about myths and stories and longed for them.

One day, after closing a restaurant, a voice called out inside his head.

[Help me!]

What he didn’t know was his life would change when he met a girl, a Phoenix, who asked for his help. From her, he found out about his special constitution of being able to make a contract with Mythical Beasts.

With the power of Mythical Beasts in his hand, he would shake the hidden Supernatural World.

Accompany his journey, from being a simple cook to the Mythical Slayer accompanied by a few Mythical Beasts (Girls)!

I transmigrated into the body of the Villainous Young Master.Why am I a fake while everyone else is real?!The real Young Master wants to oppress me. Even my fiancee wants to break off our engagement.Bring it on, then!Just when HuMing was about to beat up the b*tches and scumbags, the gazes of the girls around him became increasingly strange.“Didn’t we say only to cooperate?”“Well, we’re just here for our payment.”The gentle smiles on the girls’ faces made HuMing weak on his knees.

In the current era, people are either normal or are with ‘special abilities’. Cases related to the latter are managed by the “National Anomaly Prevention and Control and Special Species Management Office”.
Qi Zheng Emperor Sheng Lingyuan was reawakened a thousand years later after he jumped off the fiery Red Lake. Xuan Ji, a newly transferred staff to the Reparations Division of the Deviant Control Office, finds himself having to clean up the mess of a revived tyrannical monarch. The two seemed to share something from the past, but unbeknownst to them, a big conspiracy is stirring right underneath their noses that could destroy the balance of the world.

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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!”