MTL - I Am In Marvel - Chapter 582 Guan Ben Musashi

Once transmigrated, the Mob Queen became a small peasant girl and was given a small bun.

Her parents were biased, while her siblings disliked her. Her father, aunt, and brother bullied the weak and feared the strong. Was her eccentric grandfather trying to sell her for money? She also wanted to get involved …

What should he do? The Queen rolled up her sleeves. Don't be afraid, just do it.

However, he had accidentally provoked the man he had picked up from the mountain.

“I will raise you and you will belong to me,” the mountain man said.

Hehe, raise your ass!

He started a fertile field, raised livestock, and his days became more and more popular. He even collected the mighty and domineering Han warm bed in the mountains for his use.

However... How did you become a general in this mountain?!

After living a mundane life for over a decade, one night, Ji Minghuan suddenly awakened a unique ability to “create game characters in the Real World,” and each character came with its own main quest and a special skill tree system.Since then, he couldn't stop himself. He kept creating new characters in the Real World, developing skill trees, and cultivating character systems... all he needed to do was to enhance the character's reputation to strengthen their abilities. Thus, he started causing trouble in every way possible to attract attention, stirring chaos like a stick in the world of superheroes and supervillains.When he came to his senses, Ji Minghuan was sitting on the moon, gazing at the devastated blue planet, with a group of maxed-out game characters standing behind him. He couldn't help but innocently exclaim:“I really didn't intend to destroy the world at the beginning!”

Fade was a legendary assassin that could kill just about anyone, as long as the price was right and the reason was just.

One day as he was reminiscing about his life when he lost someone important, he fell asleep. When he woke up he was in a weird place, a different body, a different world.

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!”