Even if I'm a Fake Heiress, I Will Dare to Be Trashy - Chapter 226: It’s over. Let’s go to sleep.

Arthur Grey was one of the many poor souls doomed to forever do menial dead end jobs.

That was until, the rise of a new Virtual reality game Morpheus Online. It was a technological revolution that ushered in a new age for the world.

One didn’t need to be educated! One didn’t need to go to college! All could simply strive to gain fortune in Morpheus Online and become rich!

Arthur of course joined in on the opportunity presented and did his best to reap a fortune for himself. Unfortunately things didn’t go well for him and one day he perished in an earthquake.

Miraculously though, fate had a different plan. Arthur found himself back in his 18 year old self! He had regressed!

With all his memories intact, Arthur vowed to reach the top of Morpheus Online, taking advantage of all the secrets that were still hidden along with the biggest secret of them all: The Dragomancer’s Legacy!

Taming dragons? Wielding their powers? All was within the grasp as long as one became a Dragomancer.

But there was a lot more to the dark side of Morpheus Online that Arthur would discover, realizing there was more to his regression than just luck.

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He went from an ordinary student to a god-level master in manufacturing.
Continuously progressing, processing range from hundreds of meters to tens of atoms, processing precision from microns to nanometers to atoms and molecules, everything was possible.
Wassenaar Accord? The embargo against China? What we have banned are technologies that China doesn’t care much about. Most of the member states have to import technology from China, shouldn’t the member states have a meeting to discuss and bring in China as well?
Forbidden chip sales? Is there a mistake? We barely managed to maintain our low-end market with a large amount of subsidies, it’s already good enough that China didn’t initiate an anti-dumping investigation. President, are you sick?
Hmm, it seems like living cells can be processed precisely as well. Do you need to refine the cancer cells that you are spreading out?

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Natasha Novak was a fairly known artist from an Earth devastated by pandemics. One day, she was playing an online game and falls off her chair as a moment of luck brightens her otherwise monotonous life, and dies of a stroke due to hitting her head.Reborn in Galeia, a world of magic, she sets out to explore this brand new planet and maybe find others like her. Join her and her companions as she faces a world with a culture alien to her, meets Gods, and takes part in adventures all over the globe.

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