The CEO's Secret Obsession - Chapter 104: The Compromise

In the world of Kyushu, players full of resentment gathered together, dripped blood as an alliance, and vowed to make the big devil go away.

For a time, all directions responded, the wind was surging, and everyone saw a better tomorrow.

Except for Lubei.

He is the so-called devil.

“Say I’m the devil, blame me for pitting you, I’m an NPC, how could I pit you, that’s how immortals are!”

- Description from novelbuddy

A senior death fan was studying the Zanpakuto illustrated book, unfortunately choked to death while drinking…

However, by the grace of God, I was lucky enough to travel to the world of “Fairy Tail”, and was reborn in the body of an ordinary magic swordsman from mainland China!

A dress-up magic similar to that of Erza! However, the difference from Erza’s “knight” is that the weapons he used for dressing up–all of them are Zanpakuto from Shinigami! !

Tell me, can he stand up in this world of Fairy Tail?

“It’s not awesome…” A certain house said brazenly, “We can’t waste those Zanpakuto?”

Book group “Accompaniment”: 36367163 (full)

Book group “Ensemble”: 233363178 (missing)

(It contains the plot of amnesia, but there are only thirteen chapters. Children’s shoes that you can’t bear it, please enter carefully…)

- Description from novelbuddy

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!