MTL - I Became the King of Villains In the Game - Chapter 77 full video

In a tyrannical world, what is evil? What is benevolence? All living creatures are brutal. Passing through the heaven road to find one’s purpose in life. Struggles to be stronger is not an easy path. The whole journey thistles and thorns, one blade chops open a path, I alone will be supreme!

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The Mountain Eagle launches a life-or-death chase against human traffickers, stepping into a lawless land...This is the dark side of the legal world, a crazy world built on 3 trillion in dirty money each year!Here you can buy anything you can imagine!The ones who rule this world are bankers, lawyers, accountants, brokers...They say that whoever controls the money, controls the power!When everyone tells the Mountain Eagle money is everything...When fairness and justice no longer exist...Carrying his hacks, the Mountain Eagle chooses to tear through this chaotic world!Mountain Eagle: Everyone can only live once, I may not be able to solve the problem, but I will solve those who create the problem!

Come and check out my new story, A game or a new reality, follow the story of a young poor man who was able to conquer a world similar to Tensura and makes it a new reality or a gate to another world???...pictures don't belong to me, if the story is like any other it was not intended. Tensura!!!!

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.