The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin - Chapter 47: Can You Share Some Of The Good Stuff?

Long Fei, a cross-timer and doujin, is an otaku who traveled to another world. In the original world, he was an otaku fan of Gundam and military science fiction.

He died in an accident and was reincarnated into another world. The Gundam works he had read before his death and the techniques in various military novels could be brought to another world.

How would he use the Gundam that Long Fei created? What waves can be caused in this different world?

~Mature Content~A guy living his boring life as he play games on his pc. He loves to play erotics and adult games, and one day because of some random draw or something he was chosen as ‘Beta Player/Tester’ for the game.without any hesitation in his mind he sign the form he got in his email and in few days he got the VR Capsule for the beta testing.Of couse he didn’t have to pay for anything, and will get the chance to play an adult game first time in a VR.[You have Entered the Game!][Please Enter Your Login Details!]-Username: *******--Password : *******-[Thank You For Login!]-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-[All the characters in the novel that will appear will all be of the age of 18 or above]

It was the Great Age of Pirates, surging forward with their thousand sails unfurled.

One young man from earth ate the Goro Goro no Mi (Rumble-Rumble Fruit) and joined the Marine.

Justice vs Evil, Freedom vs Tyranny, the colliding waves between them would never cease.

But all of this…..”I couldn’t care less about!!”

At the summit of the war, surrounded by ten thousand people, Rowen held a thunder halberd in hand and walked forward with strong steps.

Rivals meet face to face, but only one could become the King.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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