The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day - Chapter 493 - 368: The Banquet

For ten years, I supported villains with the intention of reforming them. But now, I find myself as the ultimate mastermind behind the kingdom’s darkness…

Genius Made a mistake and pays for it. The gods bring her into their game for entertainment Join us in Watching the game of the gods.

This is a place where everyone can become a God. Han Wu was a Divine Being whose parents went missing when he was young. He lived with his grandfather until he was eighteen when he first received his core race. Unfortunately he was cursed with misfortune. Not only did his grandfather pass away but he also received one of the weakest core races, the locusts.After suffering much humiliation from the bullies and being ignored by largely everyone, he took his life. Little did he know however the end of his life was also the start of someone else. An unknown soul from the modern civilization reincarnated in his body. Taking on his name and body, “Han Wu” started clawing his way upward to become strong enough to search for his missing parents as per the will of his dead grandfather as well as staking his claim in this large world.Official: A civilization where everyone can become Gods. Myriads of civilizations ranging from tranquil worlds to outright brutal hellscapes. Civilizations where goblins, orcs, angels, demons, undead, and all manner of life forms flourished. Wielding his locusts as his loyal subjects, Han Wu swore to take advantage of every civilization and become strong enough to protect everything he loved.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”