Am I A God? - Chapter 4: Sudden Situation

In the world of One Punch Man, the seventh S-class hero of the Hero Association, the King Engine King has obtained the super god skill system.

As long as you have reputation, you can extract the skills of the heavens and the world!

DNF’s extreme swordsmanship, the flames of fire in the god of death, the Tensei and Samsara in Hokage, the top three-color domineering in Pirates, the dragon slaying magic in Fairy Tail… Look at the system panel. For the 100 million prestige balance, KING took a discount and chose Stud. “Ding!”

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Zhang Chen traveled to the world of tomb raiders and bound the storyteller system. As long as someone listened to the book, he could gain popularity.

So Zhang Chen started his life as a storyteller at the Crescent Hotel.

What he never expected was that Boss Yin was actually interested in him!

He thought she was the boss, and she actually wanted to marry him!

The bigwigs of the Nine Sects and Four Factions originally just listened at random, but they didn’t expect that the more they listened, the more they felt that something was wrong.

The Lu Palace in the Warring States Period, the Tomb of the Queen of Jingjue, the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, and the Jiuzhong Yaolou, all of them are told of bizarre stories.

At first, everyone didn’t find any problems, but with the discovery of ancient tombs.

The expressions of everyone also changed.

This is storytelling! This is clearly an introduction to the experience of tomb raiding!

Where is this upside-down boss coming from, he must be brought in! .

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Past life, her spirit root was dug out from her body. She had wholeheartedly dedicated herself to the just path, but she was sentenced as an evil demonic cultivator.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.