You are all bad women! Don't come over! - Chapter 431 - 417

[System Activation Complete][Welcome, Host, to your new world.][You died, and your soul has been transported into a new world.][Mission Assigned: Build the Greatest Empire in This World]After a fatal accident, Aric awakens in a strange new world, now in the body of a seventeen-year-old half-elf with nothing but a shattered past. Abandoned by both humans and elves, he’s forced to survive alone in a dangerous forest. With no one to trust and nothing to his name.He awakens a mysterious system that gives him the mission to create the greatest empire. Aric takes up this task in other to survive, trying to make the greatest empire from scratch in this new world. Will he make it to the end other will this world swallow him.

What should I do if I cross to another world and become an NPC?

This idea has been deeply rooted and sprouted in William’s mind!

Therefore, he decided:

I want to be the strongest NPC in history.

Wear the thickest armour and give the most vicious beatings!

Who says an NPC will be killed by players?

Who says an NPC upgrades more slowly than players?

Who says an NPC must explode equipment, I can explode in more ways… Bah humph.

Anyway, it’s impossible for me to die. Just take a look at all you trash players. Your father will stand here and let you chop for an hour without a frown!

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For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”

She remembers him because of the mole at the corner of his eyebrow;He remembers her simply because she is her.Every passing encounter becomes a story in the memory,And you are the ending of my story.