The God Virus - Chapter 448 - Only One More!

Su Tian traveled to a world dominated by knights, where the “Knight Century” prevailed.

Knight Century is a virtual game that spans centuries.

The high-end players in the Knight Century are like stars, known to the world,

And the first Kamen Rider Su Tian got was Kiva!

However, Su Tian found that after he became a kiva, there seemed to be more memories of Hongdu in his mind.

Is this asking God to possess you? Pick up?

Su Tian, ​​who has the memories of the True Kamen Rider, finds that he is simply a dimensionality reduction blow in the knight century.

Not only that,

A series of Kamen Riders obtained later,

There are corresponding memories.

For example, the memory of the head of heaven with one hand pointing to the sky,

The memory of Master Qiao, who guards the dreams of others,

The memory of Wang Xiaoming passing by,

Memories of old Shogo who became the Demon King and so on…

Su Tian: “I just found a proxy, it’s really not cheating!”…

- Description from novelbuddy

Hiro transmigrates and finds himself in the body of an orphan that’s about to be evicted from his orphanage. It wasn’t anything personal, but the orphanage’s policy doesn’t accommodate children who have reached the age of 16.From the gates of that humble establishment, Hiro slowly explores the facets of this world that was both familiar and unfamiliar due to its uncanny resemblance to his previous world—Earth.With his Daily Life RPG System urging him to excel in every aspect of his daily life, Hiro marks his presence in both the mundane and mystical circles of this new world.

He died at twenty-two—bitter, brilliant, and broken. But death wasn’t the end.Now, Noel wakes up inside a tragic fantasy novel he read long ago... as a nameless extra doomed to die before chapter five. But there’s a catch—this “extra” isn’t ordinary.Armed with future knowledge, a sharp tongue, and a magic talent that defies common sense, Noel won’t just survive.He’ll rewrite the story.Because in this world?The real genius never had a name—until now.

When I was 15-years-old, during the year that I graduated from middle school, my father told me this.