My Sister Exposed My Identity As A Villainous Godfather - Chapter 180 - Chen Zhi’s Operation!

Bai Jin is reborn before the sanctification of the Three Pure Ones and is taken as a disciple by Tongtian. In a strong sense of crisis, Bai Jin embarks on his path of survival, currying favor with his elders, making powerful connections, subtly influencing the grand scheme of the ancient cosmos, and building a network of relationships to protect himself. In the process, Bai Jin also earns numerous accolades.Tai Shang: “Bai Jin possesses great wisdom!”Yuan Shi: “Among Tongtian's disciples, only Bai Jin is worth noticing.”Tongtian: “It's Bai Jin who understands me the best.”Zhun Ti: “When Bai Jin becomes shameless, this poor monk willingly admits defeat!”Duo Bao Rulai: “Bai Jin is a despicable, shameless, treacherous villain.”The Jade Emperor: “There is no one more loyal and righteous than my nephew, Bai Jin.”

In the Toaru Kagaku no Choudenjihou (Railgun) SS series:

Set in Liberal Arts City between September 3rd to 10th, Academy City is having an exchange program with the rest of the world that allows some students to travel for this week to other places, and some students are allowed into Academy City during this time.

V.2 – Shopping Mall Demonstration

Setin Russia where Misaka Mikoto takes part in a demonstration things don’t pan as scheduled as Mikoto meets the mysterious New Light.

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The story was released in parts on limited edition DVDs and Blu-rays of the Toaru Majutsu no Index anime. The story consists of eight parts, and can easily equate to a regular Index novel in length.

“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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