Sensational! Fake Noble VS Real Genius - Chapter 1 - Clothes Off

I just woke up and the beautiful disciple was feeding me medicine. I drank it without any precautions. As a result, when the beautiful disciple came out, I scrolled through my memory and found out...Oh my god, I traveled to another world and became the Supreme Pontiff of the Qian Xunji Spirit Hall?!In the beginning, I encountered a situation where Tang Hao seriously injured me and Bibi Dong was going to kill me in revenge.Fortunately, I activated the Villain Douluo System. As long as I make the righteous miserable, I can continue to become stronger.Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Tang Hao... your nightmare is approaching.

Ye Fan was transmigrated to a world where everyone was a beast tamer. As the demonic beasts rampaged around the world, humans were forced to build walls to protect themselves while the beast tamers fought the demonic beasts.

As the day of enrollment got close, Ye Fan only had a pet beast, the Cute Sparrow, with him.

“A Cute Sparrow? Don’t you have a better beast? You’re helpless.”

“That beast’s potential is just too bad. Even if it evolves into an Iron Eagle, it can only reach the Intermediate Grade 1.”

“You’re trying to get into the academy with that? Dream on!”

He was mocked and laughed at, but Ye Fan remained calm as he looked at the system’s menu.

“Hidden evolution path.”

“Divine Path: Infinite evolution potential. King Grade achievable.”

His sparrow started to evolve into a Golden Scale Eagle, then the Illusion Feather, the Nine-heaven Roc, the Flaming Phoenix, and finally, the Garuda.

“The f**k? Are you telling me that’s a Cute Sparrow?”

Every night, he prayed. To every god on Earth.“Please, transport me to a fantasy world when I wake up tomorrow.”And then one day, his prayers were answered.Just not in the way he had hoped for.

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.