Became a salted fish pretend heiress and handed over the system - Chapter 102: Thanks

He died at twenty-two—bitter, brilliant, and broken. But death wasn’t the end.Now, Noel wakes up inside a tragic fantasy novel he read long ago... as a nameless extra doomed to die before chapter five. But there’s a catch—this “extra” isn’t ordinary.Armed with future knowledge, a sharp tongue, and a magic talent that defies common sense, Noel won’t just survive.He’ll rewrite the story.Because in this world?The real genius never had a name—until now.

July, 1946. The existence of an alternate world was confirmed.

It was supposed to be a new world for mankind.

However, the enormous cost, the annihilation of the advance troops, and fierce public opposition led to the signing of a non-aggression treaty.

Mankind turned their eyes towards space.

Half a century later.

A certain company formed a team in order to explore the alternate world’s dungeon.

Five professionals and three artificial intelligences. And one reserve member.

With modern weapons and technology, the adventure was expected to be easy.

However, the ones who had arrived in the alternate world were a defective artificial intelligence and a non-professional.

Through trial and error, they lived, ate, and fought. And, they explored the dungeon.

The world is big, but I am the only one who is orthodox.Sweeping the world's immortal sects with the power of the Celestial Dynasty.A strong man who practiced the 'Way of the Emperor' came to a world full of immortal sects, and a secular dynasty that was despised by the practitioners gradually came to be on an equal footing with all the top immortal sects.The law of the dynasty is that everything in the world is the king's land, and the shores of the land are the king's ministers! There is only one orthodoxy in the world, and all immortal sects are illegal organizations!

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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