The Great Demon System - Chapter 379: Against The Odds

Mu Qing was struck by lightning and ended up traveling to the prehistory, 10,000 years in the past, where she began her days of cohabitation with ancient people ……

They were simple and thus perseverant; they were primitive but filled with affection; they were waiting for civilization but already wise beyond measure.

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What should I do if I cross to another world and become an NPC?

This idea has been deeply rooted and sprouted in William’s mind!

Therefore, he decided:

I want to be the strongest NPC in history.

Wear the thickest armour and give the most vicious beatings!

Who says an NPC will be killed by players?

Who says an NPC upgrades more slowly than players?

Who says an NPC must explode equipment, I can explode in more ways… Bah humph.

Anyway, it’s impossible for me to die. Just take a look at all you trash players. Your father will stand here and let you chop for an hour without a frown!

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Revenge is merely a method of passing time for someone like Lee who has lived several lifetimes, but the desire to acquire superhuman, godlike powers becomes an obsession that pushes him beyond limits. It’s a struggle to grow up in the world ruled by masters who bend elements to their will, with little hope of learning their cultivation secrets, but they are still there for taking for those with wit, persistence and the ability to take risks.Join Lee on his adventurous journey where every challenge, setback and achievement brings him closer to divinity!

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