I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1113 - 1112 Six Dao Dan Patterns, Prepare Materials

Zong Shou is a player of the historical VRMMORPG “God Emperor,” and him being one of the “Seven Emperors” within the game.

For unknown reasons, Zong Shou finds himself transmigrated into the past, a period just before the “God Emperor” game history started! Possessing the weak body of a monster princeling in the process.

Zong Shou adventure describes his struggles to stay afloat in a merciless environment, and rising up despite all adversities, of course, surrounded by beauties along the way.

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Roy died during a war against the Evil God Cult, but somehow, he returned back in time to 30 years in the past where he was just a boy who awaken his summoning magic.

I became a wizard of the Illusion Magic School and decided to create a virtual reality with illusion magic to play a tabletop role-playing game (TRPG).It was great to create a virtual reality, but I was in trouble because there were no suitable players. During that time, I received an offer to be the professor from the Royal Academy.The offer was to use illusion magic to fill the students’ lack of practical experience safely. And so, I became a professor at the academy.“Send me back, send me back to that world right now-!”“Outer god, someday an outer god will be our doom, we’ll all die!!”“I am not the bastard of the Redburn Ducal Family. I am the foremost disciple of the Great Namgung Clan, Namgung Qinghui!”But it seems there is a bit of a misunderstanding.This isn’t a spell for dimensional travel, kids. It’s fiction…

[Complete] Who could be more unlucky than her? She inexplicably fell down a mountain, lost her memory, was forcibly taken back to a villa by an overbearing and sly CEO for investigation, and on top of that, she had to deal with him constantly tearing at her clothes, wanting to find hidden cameras.The sly CEO said, “Want to leave? Complete your last task first!”“I want Italian ice cream!” a pregnant woman pouted with red lips, patting her swollen belly. “It's the middle of the night, darling, no ice cream, have a banana instead.” His gaze was burning. “It's not me who wants it, it's your son who does!” the pregnant woman cooed. Thus, a private jet flew directly to Europe overnight, and when she woke up in the morning, she and her baby were already in Italy.