Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat - Chapter 457 - : I’m Very Happy Too

A man transmigrates as Dominic, an extra in a game. Being chosen my the Lords to defeat the MC of the game, he has to level up to the greatest ever limit. He has to defeat the MC but he needs some women by his side to help him. He needs the greatest harem. Exploiting them he gains not just a harem but also copies their special abilities.Just like a game, he gets to take down every member so as to face the MC.Please read on. I may not be frequent in updating but if I notice a good start I could release frequent chapters. Also support me with power stones.

Bai Lian, the eldest martial sister of the Qiongming peak of the Duxian sect, is as pure as jade. and unparalleled in beauty. She is known as a Natural Saint and is sought after by thousands of people.

One day, she suddenly remembered the memory of her previous life. This world was actually an r18 gal game called the Battle of the Gods.

Her master, An Lan the reincarnated Immortal Heaven Lord; √

Her second martial sister, the future Holy Spirit Goddess; √

Her third younger martial sister, the rebirth of the Rebellious Shura; √

Her fourth younger martial sister, the future Dragon God of War; √

Her fifth martial sister, the future God of Martial Arts; √

And she, the eldest martial sister, was a [b*tch] and [white lotus flower], who had a villain system and could become stronger by bullying her martial sisters, and had as many as 108 death endings in the original game!

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Bai Lian was speechless.

[Every dog has its day, don’t look down on me!]

“I will be quitting cultivation!!!”

Bai Lian gave up the struggle.

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Several years later, Bai Lian sighed:

“Can you women with the protagonist models stay away from me!” “I am not a Natural Saint!”

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