MTL - Los Angeles Detective - Chapter 43 cultural output

Su Yu was in a third rate university when the “Sky Holes” appeared, his school fell through the “Sky Hole” and appeared in the middle of a forest that was teeming with terrifying creatures.

Witness a fearsome transformation that originates from his hand…

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Wei Lan accidentally transformed into a cannon fodder girl of the era. She was dissatisfied when she went to the countryside for her brother and broke up with her family.

Because he was greedy for the male protagonist’s “beauty”, he was framed by another cannon fodder’s female partner, and successfully married a second-rate man in the brigade. In the end, he died in a foreign country. It can be said that he was a master of death!

Wei Lan, who is familiar with the plot, said who the male protagonist loves! Please let me be beautiful alone!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        The female protagonist who wears books and is a squeamish woman VS the male protagonist who was ruthless in the early stage and didn’t talk much in the later stage.

(The heroine has a delicate setting, she doesn’t like to stray in, her daily purpose is: sweet, sweet, sweet!)

Note: There is another male protagonist, not the male protagonist in the original book.

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Before Li Daniu had time to be excited about being a prince who was about to ascend the throne, he learned that his country was about to be submerged by sea water.

“Can I wear it back?”

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.