Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women - Chapter 7 - 69 is just a number

What if you were transported into the world of Mushoku Tensei, a realm of swords and magic? Would you have a system?Yes.But what if this system was a facade created by the gods of that world?That would mean the tasks assigned by the system would be incredibly daunting....[Within one hour, gain the favor of the Water Saint-level Mage—Roxy Migurdia. Mission Reward: Unlock Healing Magic Slot (1/4).]“Huh? Favor? Wait, is this system even serious?”Years later:“The beloved elder brother of Sword God Eris; the husband of Magic University Dean Roxy Migurdia; the ‘Dawn’ of the Asura Kingdom; the ‘Iron Heart’ of the Boreas Family; the pillar cherished by the Dragon God; the childhood friend long adored by the Water God; the man Princess Ariel yearned for but could never attain... May I ask...”“Wait, where did all these chaotic titles come from?”“That’s how the world addresses you, Mr. Allen~”“...Is there a more serious one?”“Of course.”“Oh? Do tell.”The long-eared, silver-haired elf girl, who was conducting her nightly playful interview, suddenly dropped her smile.Her crimson eyes flickered with candlelight, like a serene lake set ablaze....“The Hero of the World, the One and Only God.”in case you want to support me (special benefits)patreon.com/roaverse (+extra Chapters)

In the early world of immortal cultivation, there was no physical cultivation among immortal cultivators. And a top bodybuilder who came from the earth has opened up a new path here and became the ancestor of physical training.

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“Boss…I’m really sleepy….” My eyelids were starting to feel heavy. After all, it was past 3am. Most normal people would be asleep by now.

In the world of dragons and snakes, the talented but congenitally sick martial arts master was reborn as the sole heir of the 19th-century Canadian manor owner. He thought he would make money by practicing boxing, but he took advantage of the industrial revolution to become a giant of the times. The opened template.

In the end, the original owner was a hopelessly sick and consumptive ghost! I am still a bastard having an affair with a gardener…

Wait, what’s up with the claw?

James Howlett looked at the bone claws protruding from between his fingers, and became more and more worried about his future.

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