Stop, Friendly Fire! - Chapter 8 part3

Our protagonist was a Mexican who died on a flight, when he woke up he found Apollo who reincarnated him as the grandson of Gaius Octavian Turino (Augustus) the first Roman emperor, having a mission in hand to conquer the New World to save the Roman polytheist world and his existence.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the white scorpion was worn on the body of a notorious dude.

I heard that her father is an upstart in the North City, and his fame spreads far and wide from nothing;

Her illegitimate eldest brother is a genius, and went to Jiangjing University as the champion of the market;

The illegitimate younger sister is the versatile school belle of the international class next door, gentle and courteous;

The fiancé is a wealthy son of finance, a school god, and he didn’t take her seriously…

And she, just an ordinary person with a low IQ, was kicked out of this family at the very beginning.

Bai Po: All right, then she will study hard and try to be an ordinary person~

All (smiling faces of fans): …you are the best? ?

The eldest lady who was assigned to Xiangcheng had no background, no knowledge and skills, everyone could step on her… Can’t step on it? ? ? ?

[The only beauty in the world is lazy and wanton, whoever provokes her will be killed, whoever criticizes the heroine madly vs the noble and glamorous male protagonist who exudes a majestic aura and IQ crushes all the male protagonists present]

ps: The male and female protagonists are very Su

Conception: love to learn, be a good person.

- Description from novelbuddy

《Decisive killing》《He stands there asking me to kill, and I won't kill him》《If he doesn't die, should I die》《I can't be bothered to speak, and you're not worthy of listening》《I think demons have no sense of pain.》Crossing into the ancient martial arts world where danger and opportunity coexisted, Fang Yuan held the “Book of Good People”, as long as he did good deeds, he could become stronger, so he embarked on a path of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.