I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware - Chapter 14 -

“Why don’t wizards just shoot each other with guns?” many people on Earth wonder.When Reynard died on Earth and was reborn in a world of magic, he became nobody. He had no parents, no system, no special bloodline, and a magical aptitude that only let him advance in magic by consuming expensive materials. Materials that he could never afford!So instead, he crafted a gun.Oh, you want to cast a spell?Then I cast bullet!From the most hopeless student, Reynard turned into a feared magus. But his path to riches and power was still full of peril!“Ah… why can’t I just stop pissing off wrong people and seducing wrong girls?”

“Bo, Mr. Bo, if I tell you that I am not a man, but a woman, what will you do?”

“What do you think?”

“… If you have something to say, please put down the belt, please?”

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Ye Xian transmigrated into an entertainment novel and became a member of the popular boy band. She disguised herself as a man, pestered the captain and the male lead, and finally died tragically due to revenge.

Ye Xian, “?”

As the most favored youngest daughter of the Ye Group, she is so beautiful and indistinguishable between male and female, why would she want to live and die for a stinky man?

So, netizens saw Ye Xian suddenly transformed into a handsome man who split the sky, attracting thousands of girlfriend fans to follow him wildly.

Teammates saw that Ye Xian began to focus on his career, fans broke through tens of millions in minutes, and the trophy was soft.

The original male protagonist saw that Ye Xian ignored him, but circled around his brother…

“Mr. Bo, this is the tea I asked someone to bring from Suzhou. Would you like to try it?”

“Mr. Bo, this is the sweet and sour fish I made myself. Would you like to try it?”

Bo Tingshen is the hero’s elder brother, the top boss who supports the protagonist in the original novel, and has countless resources under him. Ye Xian naturally wants to curry favor with him, so that he can step on the giant’s shoulders, but why does the boss look at her more and more? The more strange it is…

Bo Ting looked deeply at the ‘young man’ who was busy to and fro around him, with dark eyes and secretiveness, and pulled her into his arms.

Ye Xian stuttered in fright, “Bo, Mr. Bo, what are you doing?”

“I don’t want to taste the food, I want to taste you.”

“But I’m a man!”

“I just like men.”

“Hey, I lied to you, I’m actually a woman!”

“I lied to you too.”

“…” Ye Xian wanted to cry, but why did he finally get rid of the male lead and provoke the male lead and his brother?

I have calculated for people before I was born, and I have all five yin, and I am born with fierce ghosts. A knowledgeable gentleman said that I will not live to be seven years old. After death, I will cultivate blood-clothed little ghosts to harm people.

In order to save me, my grandmother married me a child-in-law, so that I had an Ann birthday, although I later discovered that the daughter-in-law and sister-in-law are not human…

I have been lingering and panting since I was a child, and I have been accustomed to accepting it, but my grandmother was killed.

For this reason, regardless of karma, I inherited my grandmother’s job of raising ghosts and vowed to send everyone who killed her to hell.

- Description from MTL

Arlan can go back in time by one minute, once per day.And every time he levels up, he can go back a little further.But, even with his growing power, Arlan has never been in more danger. Demon magic was never supposed to make its way into the hands of humans, and its original owners would go to any lengths to take it back.What to Expect:-Numbers. This is a LitRPG written by someone who loves LitRPGs. It won’t be overwhelming or confusing, but if you dislike the genre, this probably isn’t the story for you. Blue boxes ahead!-Meaningful progression. Characters are always working to grow more powerful, but doing so is difficult. Level-ups are hard-earned and bring with them meaningful change in characters’ abilities.-Tactical combat. Fighting is as much a battle of wits as it is a battle of muscle, after all.-No harems.