Dominate the Super Bowl - Chapter 1002 - 1001 Barbie Doll

John sacrificed himself to protect Earth and resist the gods, only to be betrayed and killed by his best friend.To his surprise, after death, he was reborn just before the launch of the game “Gods Descend.”In this life, he vows not to let the tragedy repeat!Upon entering the game, John masters the power of reincarnation and unexpectedly awakens an SSS-level talent—“Plunder”!By killing monsters, he can plunder their attribute points; by killing boss-level elites, he can plunder their talents, skills, and special attributes.Killed a tusked wild boar: Physique +1Killed a bloodthirsty wolf: Speed +1Killed an elite boss: Gained 10 skill pointsKilled an epic boss: Gained 10 luck pointsKilled a legendary boss: Gained an S-level talent, Spell Combo...As John grows through killing, when the game merges with reality and the gods descend, they finally realize that there is an existence on Earth that they cannot provoke.John: “I will only make one move. If you survive, you may leave.”In the next second, the ultimate forbidden spell activates: Ragnarok!

A tale about the former leader of a special organization that served under royalty, now leaving his past life behind and unintentionally getting involved with the martial world.

He was the guardian with the most powerful talent of this era!

However, no one knew that he had a second template. His swords could slash through the flesh of his enemies and his soul could besiege the spirit of gods!

The others might have seen an obese Sword Saint before, but they definitely had not seen a full time meat shield whose attack was through the roof!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.