MTL - Mr. CEO, Spoil me 100 Percent! - v2 Chapter 907 Olympic Society

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When the MOBA character template crossed into the MMORPG [foreign land] world, Mo Cheng felt that there was something wrong with the painting style of this world.

“Thinking of the king of dragon descendants with four wings and three heads, he flew into and out of Qingming with four wings, but was torn apart by me.”

“The demon king who rolled up the eternal night and devoured the light, killed with a sharp blade, and created spirits with power, was also bombarded by me with the supreme holy light.”

The giant dragon roared, the mountains and rivers shook, and the earth mourned. The holy light shines, expels darkness, and purifies the world.

Shadows, darkness, and villains trembled in front of Mo Cheng.

“Now, face me!”

“Face, justice!”

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In her previous life, Gu Tong was blind to people's true natures, and died unjustly, becoming the number one venomous woman scorned by all.After her rebirth, Gu Tong tore apart her cousin with her bare hands, shattered the mistress on her chest, and stewed the scum in an iron pot, becoming the first Doctor who brought aid to the world; none who owed her could escape.Her happy and perfect new life officially began, and Gu Tong shouted her loud slogan, “Kiss, hug, lift high, husband, let's have a baby, oh yeah.”

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.