The Reader and Protagonist Definitely Have to Be in True Love - Chapter 87.3 - Protagonist: This will be great, let’s do it

The one single goal in life of the Strongest Old Sage is to subjugate the Demon King. In an epic final battle, both of them met their mutual destruction at each other’s hands.

However, the Demon King was not completely destroyed!

In order to destroy the Demon King once and for all; post-death, the Old Sage trains in the World of Gods and reincarnates as the Apostle of the Gods, Will.

In the reincarnated future, the Old Sage had become a legend and his former disciples hold the supreme authority in the world. The disciples had created an organization to oppose the Demon King and an academy to nurture the new generation of Heroes.

Thus the Apostle of the Gods, Will (8 year old), enrols into that Academy of Heroes.

This is the story of a boy on a mission to save the world through epic battles while enjoying Academy life.

When I woke up after a pretty crappy death, what greeted me was one of those famous fantasy worlds! I didn’t expect anything like becoming the strongest with a common job, or rising to the top with the weakest class…

This is a story of an ordinary otaku crossing Sun Wukong in “Dragon Ball”; this is an invincible YY novel, there are many worlds, many girls!

Leisure, entertainment, round your dreams. Solemnly declare: This is an invincible stream yy novel, there are many heroines, do n’t like it! !! !! (This story and the characters are purely fictitious.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.