Lazy Dungeon Master - Chapter 435 - A Group of Suspicious men.

Huang Dan’s pain nerve is innately different from the ordinary people. A little tore in his skin can cause him to sweat all over his body painfully to the point of him unable to make a word out.

Somehow, he began to cross world, following Mr. System to do the tasks…

In the first world, Huang Dan realizes what it means to die painfully and to live to die again.

TL’s summary:
MC suddenly transmigrated and is bind to a system, requiring him to solve mysteries. Born with a higher degree of pain sensitivity, he met different people in the different worlds and learns what kind of emotion smiling is.

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Jiang Chen accidentally traveled through and started his comprehensive journey.

The world is tentatively scheduled: Naruto – Attack on Titan – Blade of Demon Slayer – Sword Art Online – Detective Conan, etc.

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In the Naruto world, Jiang Chen obtained the apprenticeship ten thousand times return system, as long as he taught his apprentices, he could get a correspondingly high return reward.

As a reward, Jiang Chen taught Hinata the black coffin he brought from the world of the god of death to Hinata.

During the Chunin Exam,

Neji: “Abstain, Hinata, you are not fit to be a ninja.”

Hinata: “I don’t want to run away, Brother Neji, let’s have a showdown! The turbid coat of arms is faintly revealing, and the unruly and arrogant talent… The Ninety of Destruction: The Black Coffin!! !”

Everyone: “You call your brother on the lips, but you actually kill him. This girl is too scary!”

(The introduction is weak, please move to the text~)

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[Complete your story by challenging countless monsters, demons, and legends]

This is the last sentence I saw before I lost my mind.

And it’s one sentence that I’m still holding on to.

That’s how the journey of killing monsters and wandering in search of all kinds of rumours began.

And it will continue.

Until the day I get out of this damn game.

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!”