Naruto: Can't Use Ninjutsu? I'll Create the Strongest Fighting Style - Chapter 11: Now That’s What You Call a HumbleBrag

This was a fragmented and disorganized world, this was a place that had been forgotten.

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!]I hate horror.From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears...All of it.I hate it.So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold.And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer.A crappy one at that.So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit.And yet...[Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!]Nope, I don't want it.Let me quit.※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game!***An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

As an Immortal Emperor in his previous life, Liu Wuxie was one of the strongest existences in the world. But in a battle over the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron with the other Immortal Emperors, Liu Wuxie was forced to self-detonate at the end.

Upon waking up, he found himself in the True Martial Continent, in the body of a wastrel with the same name. He was looked down upon as the wastrel son-in-law. But using his knowledge as an Immortal Emperor, Liu Wuxie gradually rose to being the all-mighty existence he once was.

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The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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