I Became the Leader of the Monster Circus Troupe - Chapter 192: Demon in the Bottle – 31

Takumi Hirooka(20) works at a black company. He stopped at a convenience store before returning home, and then gave his beloved dog Leo a treat before eating his own dinner that he bought at the store.

After eating, Takumi stood up in order to take a bath, but due to exhaustion from overworking, he fell to the floor and lost consciousness.

When Takumi opened his eyes again, he was in an unfamiliar forest. But what he thought was a large wolf sitting next to him, was actually his dog Leo…

Leo was now big enough to carry people on her back, and could defeat monsters that appeared in the forest in an instant.

A woman they meet in the forest, Claire, tells them that Leo is the most powerful of monsters, a Silver Fenrir.

Takumi couldn’t help but think that this world was all a dream. But after speaking with Claire and witnessing Leo’s strength, he finally realizes that this was another world that he had come to.

They are invited to Claire’s great mansion, and Takumi eventually lives there.

The young man Takumi and the dog Leo who were somehow transferred to this world.

As the powerful Silver Fenrir, Leo will protect Takumi.

While Takumi discovers that he has a gift, it is an ability called Weed Cultivation.

…Could such an ability be useful?

Takumi was tired from so much work, but he uses his ability to live with Leo and Lady Claire. This is his story.

After sleeping for 10,000 years, the god-level small Ancestor woke up.She unexpectedly became a fool with the IQ of a three-and-a-half-year-old, heading to the college entrance exam hall, and everyone was waiting for her to make a fool of herself!The small Ancestor smiled slightly: “Very good, great wisdom appears foolish.”Casually, she achieved a “god-like” score that shocked the entire internet.Looking around her side, either there are Bosses of Ma Jia or they are Jinli little cuties, and everyone wants to desperately grind her into the ground with underhanded tricks!The small Ancestor smiled slightly: “Very good, my craftsmanship in creating people is still present. For those who grew crooked, just a little pinch to remake them should suffice.”The Bosses of Ma Jia can't hide their little bodies under their disguises, trembling!After casually remaking the defective products, she turned around and was immediately photographed sharing a bed with the Empire's unspeakable Mr. Bo, instantly shattering the hearts of girls around the world!The small Ancestor pondered slightly: “Something... seems amiss, I was just occasionally craving his body... his Spiritual Energy, you may carry on.”Several days later.A certain charming man personally delivered a marriage certificate to her residence: “I heard you crave Mr. Bo's body...?”#Reverse-plot small Ancestor VS abstinent domineering strongman #

“I don’t care about how people in this world live, whether they have enough to eat, whether they can wear warm clothes, whether they have dreams and hope. I don’t care about their likes and dislikes.”

“It’s just that if you want to go to the sky, you need a complete advanced industrial system, a set of related research institutes, the most advanced materials science laboratory, and a big government that can coordinate all departments. It needs countless people who don’t have to worry about food and clothing. Dedicating wealth for this requires millions of high-level intellectuals to contribute their minds, and tens of thousands of different supporting manufacturers supply the best parts.”

“In short, it takes a world of abundance, and a great civilization to accomplish it.”

— Ian

A world reborn from its ashes.

An era that is coming to an end.

A group of prisoners fighting for power and power in the land.

A young man staring at the sky.

Prisoners peered out of the window of fate, mostly gazing at the dirt.

Only one is looking up at the stars.

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Thousands of races coexist, where the sword and Magic shine together, the Human Race, Sea Race, Elves, Dwarfs, Orcs ... all rush to unfold the light of civilization, composing their epic tragedies!(A Lord's Farming Tale)