MTL - Dressed As the Scum a In the Campus Literature - Chapter 185

After transmigrating into a SF (Science Fiction) novel and enduring cruel hardships, I ascended to the throne as the Emperor of the Galactic Empire.[Welcome to the Integrated Dimensional Community.]As the community’s Lone SF Transmigrator, I unleashed the poison of new cultures on the uncivilized primitives of the Otherworlds.-Let there be light. To judge the horde of evil, the Apostle of the Goddess sent down a Graviton Surge. Thus, in that place was light along with a massive explosion…-The Grand Duke of the North has shown great interest in your Heattech…-I, as a Namgung, am thankful for the grace akin to the vast sea provided by the Great Hero. By virtue of the Vibroblade bestowed by the Great Hero, the nefarious Demonic Cult has…It seems like these Otherworlders can’t get their sh*t together.

“Someone Wants to Disturb My Cultivation” There are still stones in the Ascension Thunder Tribulation. This foul operation directly smashes the heroine into a peasant girl, and she can’t do anything in farming and business.

ps: Don’t look at me fat, the male protagonist chases me to the realm of the gods.

There are more than three thousand avenues, and everyone’s way is different

Humans are human, demons are demons

Chu Yunyan also has her own way

Of course, if he hadn’t accumulated great virtue while cultivating demons, how could he have been brought to take away such a good body after his self-destruction.

Yes, if you don’t get trapped on the starting line…

She will definitely thank the eighth ancestors of the Wang family.

Very serious and relaxed, humorous, decisive in killing, taking over the man and cultivating immortal writing

- Description from novelbuddy

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.