The Way of a Demon Lord - Chapter 226: New Year *

The much-anticipated cyberpunk holographic game was about to launch, and Jonathan hit the jackpot, getting chosen as a beta tester. But things take a bizarre turn. He realized he wasn't just playing some holographic game – he'd been transported to an actual parallel universe.

The moment he logged in, he felt something was off.

Question: What do you do when you discover that your in-game identity is the Federation's most wanted, and you're undercover in the official investigation department?

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[Propose to Liliana Draven and get rejected.][Success: Gain the All Affinity Crystal and God-Level Talent.][Failure: Lose the system and receive… a handkerchief to wipe your tears]Veer braced himself for rejection, but to his shock, she actually said yes![Ding! Task failed][But a hidden mission has been completed. System upgrading...][Would you like to merge with the Wife Doting System?]_______________________Labeled as a joke for his “useless” Dragon Master Aspect, Veer never expected dragons to take him seriously—or for the School Belle to form a contract with him.And what? she’s an Ice Dragon? And her sister, the Dark Dragon, wants to be tamed too?Veer’s life just turned into pure chaos, and it’s only getting crazier!......

Lugh woke up to find that he had transmigrated to a hundred million years later.

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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