Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 907: Human chain

Upon graduating and being unemployed, Li Zhiyan discovered he could glimpse future information. He saved a classmate's mother and unexpectedly entered the circle of Shanghai Aunt.Since youth, he knew the goodness of Aunts and couldn’t bear a single day of hardship! This class—I don’t want to attend even for a day!

[Ding! You've gained ten thousand Drug Points! You can now use “Hypnotic Drugs.”][Ding! Due to the host's tendencies, the effects are twice as effective on females.][Ding! Due to the host's tendencies, the effects are three times as effective on females deeply in love with their partners.][Ding! Due to the host's tendencies, the effects are four times as effective on MILFs.][DING! New Mission: Steal the Tech Hammer CEO's wife and daughter.]

I, Aristides Castro G Morris Brooklyn Washington Napoleon George I, doth proclaim myself as the sovereign of this realm. Our untimely demise hath been the consequence of preserving our people from impending doom. To reward our noble deeds, the gracious goddess hath bestowed upon us the gift of rebirth. Yet, alas! Why have we been transformed into a maiden, and a princess of dragons, no less?!This extraordinary story follows a man haunted by Eight-Grade Syndrome, now reborn as the dragons’ princess. However, his chuunibyou tendencies come with a price—a curse cast upon him by a vexed goddess. Every time his symptoms flare up, lightning strikes, an electrifying consequence of his behavior.Prepare for a captivating journey as this chuunibyou princess navigates the realms of dragons, adventure, and self-discovery. With lightning crackling at every turn, our protagonist must embrace their newfound identity, face formidable challenges, and uncover the secrets that lie within this enchanting world. In this tale of curses and resilience, embark on an enthralling adventure where destiny and the whims of the divine intertwine.

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.