Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 557 - 113-A Man the Church Dares Not Offend

Once she crossed through, she actually became the disfavored third WangFei?

When a boy in a medieval fantasy world wakes up with the memories of his past life, he discovers a secret buried deep within his mind—a highly advanced AI companion. This AI, a relic of his previous existence, holds the knowledge of a futuristic world filled with technology, science, and innovation.Armed with this unprecedented advantage, the boy embarks on an extraordinary journey to transform his medieval surroundings into a thriving futuristic utopia. From reinventing agriculture to creating advanced cities, he introduces ideas far beyond the comprehension of his peers. But his vision isn't without challenges—power-hungry nobles, skeptical commoners, and ancient magical forces stand in his way.

An alien spaceship invaded and unleashed terrifying monsters on Earth. The enigmatic invaders gave humans a chance to fight back with a system and classes, but John is stuck with the NTR Rogue class.Now John's only way of getting stronger is by completing tasks related to stealing other men's women. John's life had been a cruel joke, and this new apocalyptic world might just be what he needed.----This is a “netori” story where John, the main character, steals women from others. There is no NTR towards John.Check the Discord server for illustrations: The link is at the bottom of the first chapter. Removed from here because of bots.

“We campaigned for a century, prevailing against all obstacles. The sole exception being the Marshal, who could not be defeated…… the military fame of the Marshal endures, yet the Alliance has been utterly crushed. From this day forth, all the glory belongs to the Marshal, himself.”

As the Alliance government that stood for a thousand years crumbled, the Galactic Empire rose into power. The supreme military leader of the Alliance, Gavin Silla, refused to surrender and chose to fight to the death for his nation.

“Your Majesty, in the Age of Old Earth, mint blossoms were believed to be an omen for reunion. In the language of flowers, it means—

—hoping to see you once more.”

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