I Can See Through All Things' Information - Chapter 502 - 329: The Angered Ginseng, Changes in the Deep Mountains

In the world of dragons and snakes, the talented but congenitally sick martial arts master was reborn as the sole heir of the 19th-century Canadian manor owner. He thought he would make money by practicing boxing, but he took advantage of the industrial revolution to become a giant of the times. The opened template.

In the end, the original owner was a hopelessly sick and consumptive ghost! I am still a bastard having an affair with a gardener…

Wait, what’s up with the claw?

James Howlett looked at the bone claws protruding from between his fingers, and became more and more worried about his future.

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Jiang Shang travels through the Zongman world, but the first world is Fuyuki City?

Joan of Arc, who was not supposed to be alive, came to her door and begged him to participate in the Holy Grail War?

I thought it was the beginning of hell.

At the critical moment, the system awakens!

Just make choices, or rewrite the plot, to get amazing rewards!

“Ally with Joan, get: Top Heroic Spirit Template!”

“Choose to save Matou Sakura, get: Imaginary Space!”

“Summon a mad-ranked servant, get: the holy gun of the end!”

The Holy Grail War begins!

Facing the arrogant King of Heroes, Jiang Shang showed his magic whip under the dull gaze of all the heroes!

“Arrogant tyrants should be beaten constantly.”

“I won’t stop until you admit your mistake.”

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...[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.