MTL - I Don’t Have a Soul Skill, I’ll Cut Down the Douluo - Chapter 80

One day, Yoichi who grew up while not knowing his parents has received the news of his father’s death. His father left behind a testament——which said he is to pick only one out of five ‘little sister candidates’?!

[Sultry and unconsciously seduces the heroine] vs [All villains and crazy bosses]

Yun Ranran transmigrated into a cannon fodder female supporting role in a comprehension novel. She was robbed of everything by the heroine and died tragically under her sword. The system told her that in order to get rid of the fate of tragic death, she needs to attack three blackened villains at the same time.

【The ruthless sword fairy who kills like hemp】
【The sick and charming demon who destroys the world with his own hands】
【Indifferent and unintentional buddhist son】

Yun Ranran looked at [simultaneously] [blackening] and fell into deep thought.
The three bigwigs in the comprehension world, everyone talks about it, but they have all been a little bit retrograde recently.
Sword Immortal Xiu has a ruthless way, thousands of years of cold ice, no one is allowed to approach, recently lost his identity, a small number, was picked up by a little girl, forced to be her little brother, if he is not obedient, he will be pressed against the wall for education, patted His little face told him to be good, and every time he escaped, he ended up miserable.
The demon king is paranoid, gloomy, moody, locked in the abyss for more than ten years, crawls out bloody and prepares to take revenge on the society, a little girl protects him behind him, says you are a good person, I will protect you, he was just about to be a good person Tian saw the sword fairy pressing the little girl against the wall and telling her to say “I will be good” over and over again.
The Buddha’s son is praised by the world, restrains abstinence, and is called the man who is closest to God, but he is actually a white cut black, who has been wandering between darkness and light. His hands were trying their best to be nice to him, and he pulled her into his arms, feeling tempted for the first time. As a result, the next day, he saw the little girl being cornered by two other bastards, and he realized that she had not only Buddha, but also swords and demons.
The three bosses: Oh, that’s fine.
Yun Ranran, who fell into the blackened Shura field and was tossed and tossed: Huh…not very good…wrong, wrong…
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“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]

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