Otherworld TRPG Game Master - Chapter 333: The Erasure Domain ~ The ■■ Sleeping Beneath the Wreckage ~ (2)

[Cute baby + group pet + face slap + five and a half year old boss]

Five-and-a-half years old, the real daughter of the real daughter with the fate of Tiansha Lone Star, was taken home.

The Bo family is extremely disgusted:

“The broom star is back, and in a few days, we will all have to die.”

“Let her live outside, I will never allow her to step into the house for half a step.”

“What kind of thing is she! Our daughter is only Xiaoxue!”

After Bo Ya moved into Bo’s house——

The old man Bo, who was seriously ill and was afraid that Bo Ya would be bullied, made a miraculous recovery, with a rosy face and an extra twenty years of life would not be a problem!

The investment failed and faced bankruptcy, but Bo Erye, who maintained Bo Ya everywhere, accidentally pulled a huge investment and made a lot of money!

Aunt Bo, who had failed to cultivate orchids and wished to apologize to her death, that night, the orchids came back to life strangely, and there were two more pots!

The Bo family, who ridiculed Bo Ya and lived a more miserable life: “…”

…

The top banquet, the gathering of bigwigs in various fields——

The bosses plopped down and knelt down: Little Highness, why did you come to the world?

Bo Ya, the little princess of the devil world: Dad is gone, I’m here to find Dad.

The big bosses are full of fear: … His Majesty the Demon Lord, his old man is also here?

…

Although Bo Xue’er is the fake daughter of the Bo family, but at a young age, she is already smart enough to be a monster.

She is the youngest disciple of the Tianyi Sect, Bai Xue from the Hacker Alliance, and the best student of a well-known piano professor…

Bo Ya: It’s so miserable, I’m just a useless crow spirit.

Actually:

The master of Tianyimen, her apprentice, the hacker alliance she created, and the piano teaching her students, she can save a person with a breath of death.

The handsome young man with high power and high position curved his lips evilly and hooked his fingers lightly: Come on, take a few more sips from me.

Thin Bud: “…”

- Description from novelbuddy

In a world where power is stolen from the blood of dead gods, the strong feast, and the weak are forgotten. Dante “the Fox” Hollow knows this all too well—he’s a low-tier Harvester, scraping by on leftover drops of divinity while the real monsters take everything. Quick with a blade, quicker with his mouth, and always one step ahead of trouble, Dante dreams of a day when he won’t have to run anymore.That day comes when he stumbles upon the abandoned resting place of a god—not just any god, but the Trickster himself. A legend, a liar, a master of chaos. And Dante? He’s just stupid enough to take a sip.Now, the hunger is setting in. The whispers in his head are getting louder. The gods are watching, and some aren’t happy. Dante’s power is growing—too fast, too dangerous—but the higher he climbs, the closer he gets to losing himself.Because there’s one rule every Harvester knows: the more you steal from the gods, the less of you remains.And Dante? He plans to steal everything.

After an accidental death, in order to continue to live, Gu Bai had to choose to go through various wonderful books to complete tasks.

Every time he became a variety of small cannon fodder inside the story, Gu Bai’s code of conduct when completing task is – by all means, don’t be inferior, don’t be shameless, don’t be upright… hold on to a golden thigh.

… N times after transmigrating

Cannon fodder: (angry contempt) … You’re already so powerful, why are you still shamelessly holding on to a golden thigh to deal with us!?

Gu Bai: (deadpan) That… holding and holding… got used to it…

- Description from Novelupdates

In a world where elements lay barren and powerful wizards had abandoned their homeland a millennium ago to explore the multiverse, Sunan found himself reincarnated as a noble scion stripped of his title. This world, once brimming with magic and wonder, had fallen into a desolate state, and wizards had become mere legends.Sunan was acutely aware that after a thousand years, the elements would awaken once more, heralding the return of the wizards and ushering in a new era of prosperity. He understood that his path was clear: he must train diligently to become a wizard himself and survive until this glorious age arrived.“Resources are scarce?” he mused, determination flickering in his eyes. “Then I’ll just have to synthesize them myself.”With that thought, he activated the Synthesis Cube, a device that granted him the ability to combine materials into something new. This Cube was not just a tool; it was a symbol of his potential in this world, reflecting his status as a player in a game he once played.As he set to work, the Cube glowed with possibilities, presenting him with a myriad of options. He had a few basic materials at his disposal, remnants of his previous life and the knowledge he had accumulated from his past experiences in the game.Sunan began experimenting, combining herbs and minerals he had gathered. Each successful synthesis filled him with a sense of accomplishment, inching him closer to his goal of becoming a wizard.Days turned into weeks, and Sunan’s skills improved rapidly. He crafted potions, improved his understanding of magical theories, and honed his mental abilities through intense meditation practices. The Star Ring Meditation, one of the first techniques he mastered, allowed him to tap into the latent mental energy within himself, enhancing his cognitive functions and magical sensitivity.As he progressed, whispers of his endeavors began to circulate among the remaining noble families and the common folk. Some viewed him with suspicion, while others saw potential in the young man who dared to challenge the status quo.Sunan knew he needed allies. He began seeking out individuals who shared his vision—a return to the age of wizards. He discreetly approached the remnants of the nobility, the few who still held some influence, and began to forge connections.His reputation grew cautiously, and with it, the opportunities to gather resources and knowledge. He learned of hidden libraries, ancient texts, and artifacts that could aid in his quest.One fateful day, while exploring a forgotten ruin, he uncovered an ancient tome detailing the rituals of the wizards who had once thrived on this land. The pages contained knowledge that could accelerate his growth, including spells long lost to time.“This is it,” Sunan thought as he carefully transcribed the contents into his own notes. “With this, I can not only learn the spells but also improve my synthesis techniques.”As he delved deeper into the arcane arts, he realized that the key to his ascension lay not just in personal power but in understanding the intricate web of alliances and rivalries that defined noble society. He had to navigate these treacherous waters carefully.In the back of his mind, Sunan always remembered the impending return of the wizards. The time was coming when he would have to reveal his true potential and lead the charge into the new era.With each passing day, he grew stronger, more confident, and increasingly aware of the responsibilities that awaited him.The world was changing, and Sunan was determined to be at the forefront of that change—a wizard in a world that had forgotten what it meant to wield true power.