The Alpha King's Witch Bride - Chapter 204: _You Call This Peace?

Ding! The system activated the mission!

[Look at this sick old man in front of you. Let us pull out his oxygen tube and send him off. Let’s give him a peaceful mercy teehee~]

Shinomiya Aoba was stunned.

The old man mentioned by the dog system seemed to be a little strong…

Looking at the Gedo Mazo Pipe inserted in the back of ‘old age Madara’, he was silent and even wanted to laugh.

What do you mean his ‘oxygen tube’?

You want me to die?!

In addition… The super su*cide missions have been released:

[Personally experiencing the ultimate meaning of the Eight Inner Gates! —Take a hard kick of ‘Night Guy’ and shout out, ‘I would not call you the strongest!’] [Give Otsutsuki Kaguya a Thousand-Year Kill! —And record this beautiful moment!]

[Art is Explosion… and SpongeBob Squarepants! —-To accompany Deidara to self-destruct!]

[Inviting Terumi Mei to host the wedding —No less than a hundred words of congratulations!]

In addition, there were many other kinds of death-seeking missions waiting to be opened. And when the main character looked back many years later, everyone was holding back a sentence of “Damn it, he’s crazy!”

“This Ninja clearly didn’t look very strong, so why did he not die even after doing this?”

This was probably a poor child who had been dragged onto a path of death by a shitty system that’s set on seeking death.

“I am a benevolent god. If you worship me well, maybe I will save you… from the calamities I send.”Zayne was just an ordinary guy, when he was picked through a random draw to become a host of the God System. Having accepted the offer - could that even be considered a choice, when his soul would have been exterminated otherwise? - he was transported to a different world, tasked with gaining believers and growing his cult, earning points from their faith. Once he gained enough believers and points, he would be able to rise to a higher position in the Pantheon…However.A ‘life’ as a deity turned out to be far less glorious than he would have thought. Centuries later, he is still stuck in his first world. Fulfilling prayers day in and day out, as a mere consciousness floating in nothingness, alone with the system. He cannot rank up, he cannot move on, and he cannot even vent his frustration well, because he’s always short on points!And his believers are not even loyal, still worshiping other gods as well!In a moment of distraction, he makes a mistake, which initiates his descent.Not wanting to waste the points he has already spent, Zayne decides to wander the world for a while, posing as his own prophet, using this opportunity to spread his faith… And more importantly, vent all his pent-up anger, and have fun along the way!Randomly doing whatever he wants, he accidentally discovers a path he could take as a god: sending calamities, and then rescuing people from them - of course as long as they pray!And so his journey to the top finally begins.

As the other person’s stand-in, he humbly falls in love with the president.

Xue Yingshuang was a stand-in, and humbly fell in love with Xing Yun…’s salary pay.

As the other person’s stand-in, Xue Yingshuang wishes he could never be separated from the president for the rest of his life.

He is a stand-in, and he must get off work at one o’clock.

The president’s white moonlight came back, other stand-ins were sad, and depressed. They couldn’t handle the jealousy and finally left with a dead heart.

Xing Yun’s white moonlight came back, and Xue Yingshuang had no waves. He enthusiastically served white moonlight and shone brightly at work.

Xing Yun: Little stand-in, is this your little trick to seduce me?

Xue Yingshuang: Misunderstood.

Xing Yun: Do you want to suffer in silence and finally leave secretly, driving me crazy?

Xue Yingshuang: You think too much, how can I leave? I still have half a year of social security before I can receive unemployment insurance.

Xing Yun: ?

Xue Yingshuang: I also haven’t received the year-end bonus you sent me yet.

Xing Yun: ??

Xue Yingshuang: I didn’t get my paid annual leave either.

Xing Yun: ???

Xue Yingshuang: Wait until I get the money and put it towards a vacation.

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