Maybe a Fake Gintama - Chapter 566: A Cliché Plot that Still Wins Popularity

WPC June 2024 Winner----------------------------What would you do, if you could transmigrate to the anime you designed?Upon transmigrate to the anime world, Owen found himself standing at the edge of the arena.A tall, coldly beautiful figure held a staff, arrogantly surveying the crowd!At this moment, the system sounded![Ding, please choose:1. Challenge on stage to receive a god-tier reward2. Abandon the challenge and lose 50% HP!]Challenge![Ding, congratulations to the Host for obtaining a god-tier reward][God-tier Talent: Order of Merlin, Host's leveling speed increased tenfold!][God-tier Skill: Mana Void, Host's surroundings become a no-magic zone!][God-tier Weapon: Godslayer Staff, the strongest weapon! Can transform into any shape!]Nice, let me show you the power of a transmigrator!At this moment, the system's voice sounded again:[Ding, please choose:1. Host marries the strongest female antagonist and conquers the world together2. Abandon the challenge and lose 100% HP!]Excuse me???Is there even a choice here???

The famed War King set his sights on a simple farmer's daughter, not hesitating to keep himself pure as he engaged in nurturing her.Everyone thought that Sikong Mo, the War King, was destined to be a bachelor for life, but unexpectedly, news came that the renowned War King was to be wed, and his bride was to be a mere farmer's daughter.The daughters of the rich and noble roared in outrage, “Why her?”Sikong Mo appeared silently, “Because I said so.”Born of wealthy parents, she was abandoned by them once again, replaced and poisoned, but fate did not forsake her, allowing her to cling stubbornly to life.Sikong Mo, “I empathize with you, we are a match made in heaven.”Ye Jiu, “No, no, no, we are not the same. I have the Golden Finger, helping me reach the pinnacle of life.”Sikong Mo, “Hmm? Have you forgotten who gave you that Golden Finger?”Ye Jiu deflated a bit guiltily, and slipped away.With Plane Space at hand, wealth throughout the world is unparalleled.

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.