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... ions as I saw them fighting with each other. Opening my eyes, I used a bit of my stored power to catch up to their fight and saw that… Michael was winning without much difficulty.

It was just that the Zombie was trying to escape from Michael's clutches every time Michael got to him. It was totally a one sided Massacre.

'It's totally ridiculous!' I thought as my eyes widened just a bit before they returned to normal. All I could do was look at Michael, who was laughing crazily as ...

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Maybe a Fake Gintama

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Kawaki, who was born in the dragon vein of a planet (Altana), first met Umibozu who was traveling in the universe, and his girlfriend, Kouka.Later, he came to Earth by accident and met the teacher who affected his life —Yoshida Shouyou.He also met a group of friends. The most conspicuous among the group of friends is a fool with silver hair and naturally curly hair, a short man with purple hair, and a little devil whose catchphrase is “Not Zura, it's Katsura!”Gintama Doujin, not transmigration.

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Chapter 99 Lectures

Systemless in a Parallel World

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As the Gods descended onto Earth to bless their children to save them from the threat of extinction, supernatural beings were born with the help of the System.

However, not everyone was blessed.

Zayn was a “Normie”, but he was quite happy about that!

Who the hell needs the Blessing of a God or a spoon-feeding system?

I don't!

As long as I had the Grimoire of the Ancient, some fragmented memories of my past, and my Army of Spirits, not even Gods would dare to look me in the eyes!