Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas! - Chapter 293: | | Aftermath of the Expansion

When an S-class elite assassin-raised captain of a special ops suicide squad comes home from a high-stakes Africa mission, he finds himself offered something that could potentially set him up for life- a curious assignment that he could use to finally exit his days of war and slaughter.

In the future of the Blue Star, a red beam of light suddenly descended and caused the rapid evolution of animals and plants. Ten cosmic monsters appeared out of nowhere and humanity was plunged into endless disasters.

Wang Ye transmigrated with his talent for limitless skill points (cheats), rising from obscurity in times of crisis and breaking through deadlocks step by step...

He embarked on a legendary journey to conquer all clans, become the leader of the human race, and rule the universe's seas.

This fast-paced and exciting novel has a vast worldview, and features a truly intelligent, manly, and brave protagonist! (You know what I mean.)

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