Empress with no Virtue - Chapter 44

What should you do when the person you like is no longer loyal? Find another one!

This time, in order to avoid trouble, Xiong Ye chose the weakest man in the tribe as his new companion.

In any case, he can afford him!

With his strength, he’ll definitely be able to let his own man eat meat every day instead of grass.

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Zhou Ji, the ‘weakest man’ who had just transmigrated over from the apocalypse and likes to indulge in eating ‘grass’, “…”

He’s not the same person anymore! He was clearly capable of killing the entire tribe by himself!

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“Gate Hunter,” a virtual reality game based on the modern hunter genre.

In that game, Kim Woojin overwhelmingly ranked No. 1.

〈Player.〉

〈Congratulations.〉

〈You have exceeded our standards and shown potential.〉

[Notification: The final stage, Stage 6, has been unlocked!]

With that message, he finds himself reincarnated as the son of a wealthy Chaebol within the game. But there’s a catch—he possesses no physical talent, only boundless wealth and a terrible body.

‘Fortunately, there’s a solution.’

In this world, a master’s talent doesn’t limit their summons, and equipment can be augmented. And the class capable of summoning the most powerful allies is…

“Necromancer, isn’t it?”

Say goodbye to the poor necromancers!

A true Chaebol Necromancer has arrived!”

“You are chosen to be reincarnated in this era.”

A plain high school school boy involved in a truck-kun incident and met a goddess upon waking up.

He was given abilities that he wishes and got reborn as a son of an aristocrat family. To found out that his parents were actually the strongest couple in the continent.

But that's not the thing that he was shocked for. He discovered that both his biological parents were actually women?!

With his cheat skills, he will live his life as much as he pleased and build a nation before he realized it.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”