Minute Mage: A Time-Traveling LitRPG - Chapter 140: Welcome to the Kingdom: Humans and their Schemes

Transmigrating into a poor and mistreated young lady's body, what will the craziest alchemist of the seven realms now do?

When Xiao Fei was three years old, he was caught by a man with a sharp-nosed monkey and taught him to cultivate. The old man is Sun Wukong. In the past ten years, he has taught him the eyes of the fire, the copper and the iron bones, and the great product of the immortality… After the learning, Xiao Fei went down the mountain and accidentally entered a noble school. Pure school flowers, the best Lori, Miss Qianjin, beautiful maid… I like to sleep with him. Oh no, it’s a friend.

- Description from Biquge.com.cn (translated)

The god king of Xiaoting in the upper realm fights down, and the spirit of the mixed dragon spirit is reincarnated on the earth, runs rampant in the city, and then fights in the sky.

Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish!

- Description from novelbuddy

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.