I Made a Game Featuring Constellations - Chapter 47

After graduating, Su Jing was met with rejection everywhere he went. Discouraged, he returned home to adjust his mood. He then discovered that his own backyard had become the Galactic Garbage Station. Every day, lots of tr*sh would suddenly appear – some were from Tomb of God, Battle Through the Heavens, Coiling Dragon, One Piece, Naruto, Bleach, X-Men, Captain America, Iron Man, and even from the Marvel Universe. As the owner of the garbage station, Su Jing had the duty to process all these tr*sh. In the beginning, he thought it would be a hard and unprofitable task. Afterwards, he discovered that this was actually the most beautiful and cushy job of his entire life.

There is no battle qi or magic here, only the royal beasts that have multiplied to the peak!

After time travel, Chen Mo awakened the talent of the entry training manual. After completing the challenges, he could endow spirit beasts or himself with various entries, so unscientific spirit beasts were born in his hands.

[Bronze wall and iron wall · Indestructible · Rough skin and thick flesh · Best meat shield · Yuan

A super-meat fox that is immune to…]

[Soul Singer·Actor·Popular Idol·Elegant…] Soul Diva.

[Master of fishing, master of throwing pots, clown, hard-mouthed…] the apostle of misfortune.

Ghost Assassin, Lurker, Son of Light, Fengshen Beloved, Phoenix, Emperor Ou…

【No Heroine】【Not Dark】

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After being reborn and living for 30 years, I realized that my life was actually a romance fantasy novel?…Where are you looking?Becoming a wizard’s s*ave, living as an experiment subject, then as an assassin, from a mercenary to a soldier, and finally becoming a knight.This is the story of a man whose life spans across different genres by himself.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”