Who let him join the Sword Sect?! - Chapter 447 - 287: No Issues Today, All Are Misunderstandings_2

When the Chinese athlete laughed that video game championships existed, you, as a professional e-sports player, should use your size 42 shoes to measure just how long his smug face is!

When parents, relatives, friends, and all of society squint at your gamer profession as improper, all you, as a true lover of e-sports, can do is to show them a unyielding view of your back!

Have you ever imagined that in four years, e-sports would be one of the events on the Olympic fields. A hair-raising showdown that combines hand speed reactions under a second, great coordination from a five man team, and the ultimate limits of the human response time– –it is the video game competition! Let the enthusiastic followers of the world yell ‘Demacia’!!

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In her last life, she was miserable and ordinary. This time, she got into the fashion and was reborn in another world. She was still the same person… even with the same body and face. What was the point of reincarnation? A childhood companion? He always pulled her hair and made troubles for her? A handsome boy? The boy never looked at her and was 15 years older than her! A prestigious teacher? The teacher spent his days eating and drinking, coaxed, played tricks, and controlled others… Too scary and better run away? No no no, such a challenging life was bound to be wonderful! Now let me take you back to the 70s and live a fast life!

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[Complete] Who could be more unlucky than her? She inexplicably fell down a mountain, lost her memory, was forcibly taken back to a villa by an overbearing and sly CEO for investigation, and on top of that, she had to deal with him constantly tearing at her clothes, wanting to find hidden cameras.The sly CEO said, “Want to leave? Complete your last task first!”“I want Italian ice cream!” a pregnant woman pouted with red lips, patting her swollen belly. “It's the middle of the night, darling, no ice cream, have a banana instead.” His gaze was burning. “It's not me who wants it, it's your son who does!” the pregnant woman cooed. Thus, a private jet flew directly to Europe overnight, and when she woke up in the morning, she and her baby were already in Italy.

“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.