National School Prince Is A Girl - Chapter 273 - You Don't Belong Here

Nidel, who belonged to the Technological Magic Order that held low prestige, became the bodyguard of a foreign prince behind the scenes. Left with no choice, he assumed the role of a bodyguard, turning into a black cat using the transformation magic he prided himself in, but the one who assumed the role as official bodyguard was the Royal Knight Legato. Nidel, who one-sidedly held feelings of affection towards Legato, thought of this circumstance to be interesting, butー

Journey through a Sim World for All.

Every young person is given a chance to simulate reincarnation when they come of age.

Only by breaking the limits of life can one have the opportunity to become a permanent reincarnator who controls everything.

If it fails.

In this life, I can only be an ordinary person praying for blessings.

Countless candidates are trembling, not daring to make the slightest mistake at the beginning of the simulation.

And after Li Yueming entered the reincarnation world.

Discovered that your random talent can be multiplied by a hundred times?

[Your blue talent ‘Aura’ has been transformed into a golden talent ‘Infinite Deduction’ after a hundred-fold increase]

[Unlimited deduction (golden): You can deduce based on known information, the accuracy rate is as high as 100%! 】

With the emergence of full-level talents one after another.

Li Yueming suddenly discovered that this is the reincarnation world known as the difficulty of hell?

Questionnaire or something, next time I will fill it out very simple!

- Description from novelbuddy

Jun Wu Xiao = Almighty > author. The author accepts to design adventures for Him. So this work will never end, one adventure will lead to another (except the first one because of an error). If you want to read a book that will never end, then read this. Thank you!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.