Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?! - Chapter 437 - 254 6 (7500 words combined in two parts, additional - s 5 and 6 for May monthly tickets)_4

Chu Mu Yun relied on his story of 《Demon Realm》 to become a one-hit wonder in JJWXC, but the him who had written seven mental cases to abuse seven mental cases to death would never have expected that he himself would transmigrate into this shitty novel!
What the hell is this system on the bracelet?
And what the hell is this either propose to seven men, or suffer the taste of a tragic death experience under the hands of these seven people?
I just wanted to write a novel to satisfy my bad interests, who would actually want to get tangled up with a bunch of mad dog sad*st crazies?

- Description from Novelupdates

Travel to the world of pirates and become Belmer’s adopted son! Nami and Nokigo’s older brother! Liu Ye, has been planting oranges for five years!

One day, Liu Ye, who suddenly realized that he couldn’t go on like this, with the mentality of trying, meditated in his heart: “System?”

“I’m here.” A cute voice like classmate Xiao Ai rang.

Awaken the strongest clone system! Every time you level up, you can get a clone!

Absolute loyalty, not afraid of death, and able to upgrade through battles, improve attributes, and even directly buy various exaggerated magical abilities!

“To tell you the truth, the naval headquarters, the sea emperor of the new world, the master of the underground world, and even the top leaders of the cp0 and the revolutionary army, have my people.”

Before the war in Wano, Liu Yejin took Nami’s hand mysteriously, and said to Nami, “Don’t be afraid, no one dares to touch you with your brother’s backing.”

- Description from novelbuddy

The most feared Assassin in the world died because of vengeance.

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!”