Otherworld Nation Founding Chronicles - Chapter 85 — Honeymoon II

Rogers Darren is a smoker, drinker, liar, lothario, gold-digger, rule-breaker.At a brutal Marine HQ hearing, Darren faces accusations of scandalous wages, stolen Germa tech, suspicious Celestial Dragon deaths, and a few too many questionable entanglements with nobles-just another day for the greatest disgrace in Marine history.Biting his cigar, Darren simply grins: “I smoke, I drink, I lust for money and women, I crave power, I lie, and I break every rule... but I'm a damn good Marine.”Silence fell like a dropped anchor.(￣□￣；) (ーー゛) (￣o￣)

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.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel.

Qin Wuyue, a pseudo-house on Earth, traveled to the world of Hokage and awakened the legendary Goldfinger. The system is very violent and works flawlessly. As long as you complete the optional tasks, you can directly obtain super-powerful items of cultivation, abilities, ninjutsu and other planes. But Wuyue couldn’t be happy at all, and even had the idea of ​​wanting to die with this damn scumbag.

“You pervert wearing my camisole again” a certain elder sister roared loudly. “Take it, this is the fat time I just changed in the morning.” A certain senior said expressionlessly.

“Jun Wuyue, it’s time to collect material again, take off your pants.” A certain wife next door lit up. “If you bastard dare to steal again, I will break your third leg.” A certain beautiful master shook his fist with a cold expression. “I’m really not a pervert, I’m being forced, you believe me” Wuyue burst into tears, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle

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