I'm Really a Superstar - Chapter 1609: The winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature is unveiled!

“Otherworlders… we beg you to save our world from ruin.”

Rey and his classmates get summoned to another world, and they’re given Skills and Classes based on their limited Karma.

Everyone gets multiple Skills and a decent Class in order to survive the new world.

However, Rey decides to invest all his Karma on a single Skill, leaving him with the weakest Class.

Unknown to everyone, though, he has the potential to be the strongest.

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“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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Breasts are NOT supposed to spontaneously grow for no reason.Women's personalities do NOT flip on their heads without warning. These are two things Tsunade believes wholeheartedly.Until Hinata's embarrassingly large girls begin to expand even bigger than before. Heralding her devolution from a sweet and innocent young lady into a foul-mouthed slut with tits like weather balloons. Tsunade intends to find out why.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…