MTL - Eighteen Years Old - Chapter 95

Ah! Aythryn City. Truly a mess of neon and trash all supporting the psychopaths that live here. Desire is the name of th...

Big Player can't reap without sowing!Have you ever seen a transmigrator forced to risk their life over copying a novel by the system?Have you ever seen a transmigrator who has to endure physical punishment by the system for quoting a famous line from their past life?I just freaking want to make some money, why's it so damn hard!System, do you dare stop messing around? I might be a fake transmigrator for all I know!……

I became a professor in a game by accident. To make matters worse, I even messed up the difficulty settings. Now, I’m stuck playing on Hell Mode. A world on the brink of war with the Demon King. An Assassin Department where mu*der is legal… as long as you aren’t caught. I thought I’d have to claw my way through just to survive in this wretched place, and that was the case at first. But nowadays… “No matter how hard I try, I can’t be like you, Professor… How do you do it?” “Please… become our god.” “What do you know? What is it you know? Why do you make me want to live…?” One by one, everyone at the academy began to obsess over me.

Shen Tang woke up on the way to distribution, and found that the world was very unscientific.

The divine stone descended from the sky, and a hundred kingdoms competed for each other.

Wen condenses the heart, and the export comes true.

Gathering martial arts and courage, splitting mountains and breaking seas.

What she thought was a pretty boy, saying “Hold the gun and jump the horse”, the next second the armor is attached to the body, the spear is in hand, and one person forms an army, and thousands of troops can kill seven in and seven out!

The tuberculosis ghost in her eyes, she said “the stars are scattered all over the world”, the sky is like a round cover, the land is like a chess game, and the formation of troops is easy to come by!

This TM can’t be considered unscientific!

It is clear that the coffin of science has been nailed to death by theology!

And she—

“My lord, there is a severe drought in Beijun, why don’t you cry?”

Shen Tang: “…”

“My lord, Nanzhou flood, why don’t you smile more?”

Shen Tang: “…”

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Looking at the ten bowls of rice that she killed, the pockets that were cleaner than her face, and a group of villagers who were starving for food, harboring malicious intentions and causing trouble all day long, Shen Tang, the village chief who was suspected of being the reincarnation of the rice bucket and a true soul painter, had to give up his beloved He was forced to embark on the road of applying for a job as a prince.

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