The Hidden Heiress Is a Secret Big Shot - Chapter 80 - Fake is Just Fake

The boy named Ulysses has longed for the respected profession of priest since he was a child, and has been working hard for this ideal. However, by chance, he became the heir to the Demon King chosen by the “Book of Curses”. After experiencing many setbacks and blows, he is still working hard, trying hard, trying to return to the path of priesthood.

However, there are many powerful enemies in front of him.

Always getting lost, the heroic fiancee of Ulysses is single-minded, Rasha; guarding the “Book of Curses”, the little devil Aya who will do anything to turn him into a demon king; very worried and worried about his own children, the extreme north. Earth’s Ice Phoenix mother; Helen, the strongest weapon girl who can destroy the world for her father.

A witch with very bad magic but excellent swordsmanship, a saint with divine power, a dragon who burns like a flame, a Hydra who loves to mate and love everyone together… Today there are also many brave warriors who are ready to crusade against the Demon King.

In front of these lovely and enthusiastic warriors, can he really become a pure-hearted priest as he wishes?

(In this story of love and justice, the girls who can “tear down” the demon king are all brave)

- Description from novelbuddy

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.

The leader of the alliance, Song Zhaolan brought a group of martial artists to besiege the demonic sect. Suddenly the whole alliance and the demonic sect had crossed over to be the students of Class A and Class F.

So this group of people climbed the wall and went to the Internet cafe, stayed up late to read novels, and participated in the sports meeting with 18 kinds of martial arts…

The students at Wulin No. 1 Middle school were going crazy. Every day, they trembled under the authority of these two big bosses. They were caught in the middle of these two classes that were sanctioned with iron fists. There were no longer mandarin ducks in the grove, only the two bosses shouting at each other.

Finally one day, Song Zhaolan received the demon’s “letter of surrender”:

“Who says that good and evil do not mix? I insist to exist in your heart!”

Class A student: The alliance leader is mighty, he actually captured the right palm of the devil with one hand!

Class F student: The leader has a good heart, he actually used his mouth to save this scumbag!

BCDE student: Are you blind or mentally disabled? ? ?

The martial arts master who only wants to cook shou X The master who only wants to learn gong

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Arlan can go back in time by one minute, once per day.And every time he levels up, he can go back a little further.But, even with his growing power, Arlan has never been in more danger. Demon magic was never supposed to make its way into the hands of humans, and its original owners would go to any lengths to take it back.What to Expect:-Numbers. This is a LitRPG written by someone who loves LitRPGs. It won’t be overwhelming or confusing, but if you dislike the genre, this probably isn’t the story for you. Blue boxes ahead!-Meaningful progression. Characters are always working to grow more powerful, but doing so is difficult. Level-ups are hard-earned and bring with them meaningful change in characters’ abilities.-Tactical combat. Fighting is as much a battle of wits as it is a battle of muscle, after all.-No harems.