Apocalypse Descent: Farming with My Harem - Chapter 117 - 100: Queen Blood Spider, Hilda Bloodkiss_2

Actress Qiao Jing Jing has one month to get her gaming skills up to the level her publicist has claimed she has.

Turns out, her high school crush is an expert.

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“Everyone deserves a happy ending, don’t they?”…In the brutal fantasy RPG Fall of Ares, saving the world came at a cruel price — the deaths of every heroine the player had grown to love. No matter how skilled you were, their sacrifices were inevitable. The game warned you not to get attached.But one young man did.After beating the game and lamenting their tragic fates, he wakes up in its world — reborn as an extra, armed with one mission from a mysterious system:[Change their endings. Let them live.]Now enrolled at Mysteria Academy alongside the heroines doomed to die, he must rewrite fate itself. For every girl he saves, he’s rewarded. But the world resists change. Calamities draw closer. The true enemy — the Children of the Sky — are watching.And one of the heroines… remembers it all.

Chen Ran was reborn, back in 2003.

“Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the football manager system.”

“Ding, the system has acquired the British Championship team Crystal Palace Football Club as a novice gift package.”

Chen Ran, who got a football club at the beginning, was not satisfied.

His goals are bigger,

It’s not just about running a club,

That way the layout is too small.

He has already begun to imagine,

In the future, children with football talents will be selected from China, and then brought to the football league with the highest level in the world for training, training and competition.

Fight for the rise of Chinese football!

And the Crystal Palace Club can just do this springboard.

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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.