Why Are You Becoming a Villain Again? - Chapter 80: Pryster’s Saying (3)

Plagued with Prosopagnosia, Making friends or lovers was the last thing in Yujin's reach and on Yujin's list, after all, when the dream is to be the Strongest Being in the world, love doesn't even register, yes?

“W-wait... what's this? I am... Eugene? The same guy from that Eroge!?”

Unable to remember faces at all, will the petty villain in the Eroge be able to keep his dream of being the strongest in the world?

“Eugene...”

Or will this Eroge bring his chastity under threat?

A Steamy Erotic Comedy of the Strongest Person like none other begins now!

This is a fan work of “Magic Forbidden Book Catalogue”, and some settings of “Puppet Circus” are added at the same time.

A traveler from a circus enters Academy City to study and live as a puppeteer; at the same time, he secretly fights against the enemies who keep coming to seize the original magic book in his hands, and protects the safety and peace of Academy City by the way.

…The Third World War? Does the mainland dare to call it “World War” without playing?

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In a time when the Divine Prefectures of the East Sea were in great disarray, Emperor Ye Qing and Donghuang the Great appeared to save the day. Under their rule, the prefectures united and all nations as well as their kings have been controlled. However, the legend of these two great heroes becomes altered when Emperor Ye Qing’s name is wiped from the history books after his sudden death. All statues and images of him were destroyed and his name a taboo. Only the legend of Donghuang the Great shall live on.

Fifteen years later, a young man by the name of Ye Futian begins his journey in search for his true identity. The legend of Futian was going to be one for the history books.

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.