Reborn as a Rich Woman in the Eighties - Chapter 22 - Work

【System flow】【Refreshing article】【Torture three and torture Gang】【Intercept Xiao Yan】Travel through Douluo Continent, awaken the god-level entry system, and see how Luo Zixi ravages Douluo, plays Doupo, tyrannizes Tang Fozu, crushes Yu Xiaogang, intercepts Xiao Yan, and becomes the Great Lord!Golden entry: 【Succubus physique: Your appearance has reached the pinnacle, but please be careful of those women】Colored entry: 【Traveler of all worlds: Give the host a chance to randomly travel to another plane (can travel back and forth infinitely, cooling time is three months)】Golden entry: 【Super Lucky: As the name suggests, it is lucky! 】...........Martial Soul Supplementary Entry: 【Guaranteed Upgrade: Unconditionally upgrade one level every three months】...........Red Entry: 【Wood Spirit Body (Ode to Life!)】............Xiao Wu: The feeling of sacrifice is painful and wonderful.Zhu Zhuqing: Thank you for freeing me from the cage of the royal family.Ye Lingling: Bad guy, you actually bought me!Qian Renxue: So you already knew my identity?Xun'er: Since I picked you up, you are mine.Xiao Yixian: You are my driftwood.Yun Yun: So you did it on purpose?Medusa: You lowly human dared to let me get pregnant with your child!Xiao Yan: I don't envy Luo Zixi's talent, I only envy his handsome face!Tang San: Traitor! Evil thief! Lewd thief! Give me Xiao Wu back!Luo Zixi: How lonely it is to be invincible, please kill me!(Funny, happy, funny, not suppressing, pure and refreshing)

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.Games, why are you fun?

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.