MTL - Please Call Me Lord God - Chapter 437 Mind body

Illustration for the characters and location are in my Patreon.=================Dying from a heart attack when playing Minecraft was definitely not the way I thought I would die.Being reincarnated afterward was also not what I thought would happen.But I guess having another chance at life is a great thing!Now, how am I going to live in this world of Swords and Spells?

some day.

The heavens and worlds shook.

A huge list appeared in the sky, and the scene of counting the strange nicknames of the heavens began.

Inventory tenth, head pillar Tanjiro

Inventory Ninth: The God of the Earth Cannot Fly (Gulardo), the God of the Sea Fathead Fish (Kioka)

Inventory eighth, the second of the four Uchiha laughs – Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito

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After the video is posted.

Countless dimensions were shocked.

It turns out that there are so many people with weird nicknames in countless worlds.

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My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.Truth is? I don’t even like this world.I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.They think I’m a failure.Maybe I am.But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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