Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 1220 - 661, Healthy Competition_2

After crossing into the world of Doraemon, he became Nobita.

With an invincible treasure bag, the life of a primary school student is simply boring.

I am preparing to let Shizuka grow up as soon as possible, so that she can marry and go home as a daughter-in-law.

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Astronaut Liu Peiqiang: “The sun is about to explode! Who will help me if I give out 200 points~”

“Enlarge the flashlight, shrink the Earth, or shrink the sun and throw it away~”

The richest man, Iron Man: “There’s a purple potato monster who wants to kill half of the universe! I’ll give out all my wealth! Come and help!”

“Time stopper! You can stop the time in the entire universe, and you will kill him again! Perfect!”

“Well, is the time stopper used to kill people?”

“Can you lend me this thing?”

“I have a bold idea!”

“+1”

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Four years after the Third Nightmare, something unexpected happens. A group of people find themselves in a strange theatre, which tells them to react to someone's story...?

This is my first original novel, it may be bad, but this is all in my mind and imagination. (Warning!! There will be an Incest genre) Thank you o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o(oh yeah I forgot, this cover is not mine, I just edited it, if you feel you own it and don't like me using it, please tell me)

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.