A Single Mother's Farm of the Gods - Chapter 317: Inheritance

Viserys Targaryen was born with the blood of dragons and yet lived his life in exile. He was a prince with a lost kingdom and a fading legacy, an immature bastard who died a pitiful death. Unfortunately, that same death was coming for me now… as I found myself in his body right before molten gold fried my brain.Yes. Fuck Khal Drogo, and fuck the molten crown.With the memories from another life, in this world of betrayal and broken oaths, I had the chance to forge a new destiny for myself. Armed with the knowledge of the future, my own cunning, and [The Dragon System], I made the choice to flee from the Dothraki barbarians and take back what was rightfully mine.

The highly anticipated new game Dawn of Divinity, Dawd as it had come to be known, had finally entered its closed beta testing stage. It was an event that became a who's who of popular names in the gaming space, from high ranking E-sports players, to popular streamers and even a few journalists from the big name publications.Filling in for a slot intended for her brother, Valerie Ashcroft, a young woman with a degenerative muscular disease stood out amongst this crowd. It was this uniqueness, however, that led her to the suitably unique class of Glyphborne. A class that gave her the abilities of the mythical punch wizard, combining spellweaving magic and supernatural strength into a single formidable warrior, turning this frail and broken girl into an undeniable living weapon that will be feared by all.However, when the game entered the public market and more players entered this fantastical world, it soon became clear that all was not what it seems as the so-called fictional world starts to bleed into reality.Faced with obstacles real and 'fictional', there is only one thing Valerie needs to say.“I CAST FIST!”

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.

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?

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