Mechanical God Emperor - Chapter 829 – Submission

I was a 28-year-old researcher in Japan, and before I knew it, I have been reincarnated in a fantasy world.

Furthermore, I had a half-spirit father and a spirit mother.

An aunt who is deeply attached to father, cousins who are problem children. Girls who cause awkward situations as in an otome.

Furthermore, in order to gain the affection of a love interest, a cousin even had a word battle with a king!

I am very busy helping humans as well as spirits!

And when I find people who are targeting my father,

「I’ll crush you.」

The cheat protagonist deters those who aim at her family. This is such a story.

“National Immortal Cultivation World” is an immortal cultivation game that once exploded on Blue Star.

But in the past ten years, a large number of players have retreated and abandoned the pit, and the game has been shut down.

Qin Mu is the only one left to sign in every day to get experience, do quests and dungeons, and plunder resources…

For ten years, Qin Mu has occupied the first place in all the rankings, and his level has also reached the first place in the entire server.

“What a great game, it’s a pity it’s closed.”

When Qin Mu was depressed, he found that the game world suddenly became reality!

There are swordsmen flying with their swords, and their sword qi has broken thousands of miles; there are magic cultivators who violate the law and disobey discipline, and separate one side; there are immortals who set up sects and create their own fire; Qin Mu sees himself, the immortal emperor is complete…

But he found that the most troublesome thing was that all the Dao Companions he got married in the game were all realized.

Not only that, the dungeon quests he cleared in the game, the bosses he fought, and the female NPCs he stalked all came to life. The most terrible thing is that the system also exposed his identity as an Immortal Emperor!

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…