Gacha Kingdom Building - Chapter 199 Return to the Academy

Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? “That’s right, it’s me, the Witch King, Dorothy!” ‍

The world is in an age of change between the old and the new society, and the collision of politics, economy, thought and culture is becoming more and more violent.

Moster Verak, a photographer from the slums of Zward City, was reborn two months ago, starting from impersonating the son of a consortium again, stirring everything and subverting the world in the turmoil of rapid industrial development and wild expansion of ambition.

[Overhead world, please do not compare reality]

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John Foster, a top expert in a certain gaming studio, who once offended a trust-fund baby.

As a result, he was framed and bound with the worst talent-“Sacrifice”, in the new game “GODSLAYER” upon the game's launch day.

John was the only one among the sacrificed who insisted on not deleting his character.

Supposed to be sacrificed to The Devil, John persisted in his quest.

After being killed multiple times, he still charged towards The Devil with his flesh and blood!

[Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.]

[Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] ...

After multiple failures, John was surprised to find that his skills and Exp were improving rapidly as he fought The Devil!

A few months later, when players worldwide were busy leveling up, a system notification struck like thunder:

[Ding: 'Anonymous Player' successfully killed the World BOSS - Devil 'Azazel', earning the First Kill reward!]

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A miracle doctor is exiled to an alternate savage world and forced to change his scummy ways!

Having thoroughly offended God, Yan Mo’s soul was transmigrated to another world. He quickly understood the cruelty of this world he’s in. The reason he was hit unconscious by someone and brought back to his home, was to be that primitive man’s food reserves in winter. The tribe he is in is a super spartan primitive tribe, the people here only respect two things: Combat power! Fighting ability! The former is the fighting power in battles, the latter is…

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Examine illness? Chinese medicine? Drink those bitter sandy things? The hell is that? Are you trying to murder our tribe’s warrior? Die!

Plant wheat? Raise pigs and chickens? We are warriors, not s*aves! Die!

Teaching the women to make clothes and cook? Make them soap and perfume? F*ck, he’s actually seducing our women! Die!

You’re a messenger of god? Here to lead us to a better life? Very well. We’ll give you one day, conquer all of our enemies, make them into sl*ves and bring them back. If you can’t, you’re dead!

Yan Mo: “……”