I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon - Chapter 170 - Serving Our Master is Our Mission

☆The background of the era is overhead ☆
In the twelve continents of the Silver Tail Star, eight hundred years after the apocalypse reconstruction, the level of technology has finally returned to the pre-disaster level.
Ruan Yu binds a top-flow system.
System: You have to become the top stream!
Ruan Yu: I refuse.
#818 Ruan Yu, the new actress, who is behind her, and why her aggressive resources have continued to fight against black people on the Internet since her debut. The control of public opinion is too powerful! #
Ruan Yu: Thank you, I can answer.
There is no background, just standing on the whole continent.
No way, a drama can get ten points, an S+ TV drama heroine can get 10,000 points, and a billion-dollar movie star can get 1 million points.
And points can buy products of other time and space, laser weapon high-yield crops rare earth resources have everything.
The black fans are dying, the trend of public opinion is positive, and new branch lines can be launched from time to time. Not long ago, they settled and exchanged 100,000 pieces of cultivation liquid for desert to oasis.
what is this?
This is for nothing!
#Salted fish just want salted fish to lie down#
#But I can stand up for the country#
#After the system was handed over to the country, I became popular#
#My brain is not good, but what we do not lack is genius#
#Behind me stands the best of the whole country#
#I turned the system into a plane store#
#Lack of high-end reagents, I will give you money after I finish this scene#

Ruan Yu: I am an ordinary person, but my country is not ordinary
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Demining:
1. No logic, all made up, future overhead, full overhead
2. The heroine does not follow the line of being a scholar, she is an ordinary person and has no talent for scientific research
3. No cp, the heroine is salty fish but has a face, and she does not hold back

Content tags: Interstellar system Future overhead Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ruan Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: You can always trust Ruan Yu
One-sentence introduction: The system said it cried, moved
Concept: Although an individual is small, thousands of people are great, gathering sand into a tower, complementing each other and bringing out the best in each other.

- Description from novelbuddy

As a great swordsman who had reached the top level of 999, Lin Feng was hailed as the best swordsman cultivator that the World of the Nine Continents had seen in a thousand years. His sword techniques were exceptional and exquisite.

However, just as he was about to able to enjoy a leisure life, he welcomed another transmigration.

This time, he had transmigrated into a female-dominated world. Women were responsible for providing for the family while men just had to look pretty.

On his first day of school, Lin Feng received confessions from two rich, beautiful, and wealthy girls. The first even promised him a comfortable life as long as he obeys her.

A max-level swordsman in his previous life, Lin Feng would never allow himself to depend on a girl. Thus, he set out on his cultivation journey once again. He would forge a world for men in this matriarchal society.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.