MTL - Am I God - Chapter 83 grab the cat

[Prince Regent VS Princess Chongxi, who will return with a cute baby after five years]

The regent of Tianxia Kingdom, who holds a heavy army in his hands, has power in his hands, and is not close to women, has been poisoned again, and this time he is about to die.

When everyone was worrying that the palace had no successors, a small group who looked exactly like the regent was sent to the gate of the palace.

Only then did they remember that five years ago when the Prince Regent was poisoned for the first time, the concubine daughter of the Yu family was kidnapped by her family to cheer him up.

Because of the same illness, she tried her best to detoxify him, but the day he woke up, she was persecuted by the royal family and disappeared mysteriously.

At this time, when a certain prince saw Xiao Tuanzi, his eyes darkened, “But your mother’s old love for this king is unforgettable, so you recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors?”

Xiaotuanzi gritted his teeth and said: “No! In a few days, the little Marquis of Xichu will marry the eldest princess, who is my mother. My mother asked me to see if you are dead. Don’t die on the day she gets married. It’s bad luck. ”

As soon as the words fell, a certain tuberculosis prince lifted the quilt, scooped up the little dumpling, and strode out.

“Don’t worry, the king will not die on the day your mother gets married. After all… this king will go to snatch her.”

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Ten Years after the Descent to Earth of a Radical And All-Knowing System Called Arkadia, Life has changed in ways we could only surmise given we lived in a comic book. People with superpowers, Monsters, Heroes and Villains, Hell, there were even Other races coming out of the woodwork like Elves and such. Still, it wasn’t until The Extraterrestrials Invaded that things went from bad to worse.Yet, as if hope truly existed, 5000 of us Earthlings were given the opportunity to Head back into the past, only we didn’t know at the time there was a cost for doing so. By sending us back, the Descent Clock began, as Arkadia was pushed 10000 years into the Future, and it was up to us Returners to get things set back on course by changing the past to mold the Future.And I, being a boogieman of a Villian in what I dubbed the Origin Timeline, have come up with thousands of potential ways to affect my new life, like stealing popular franchises to earn some long-term funds or….hunting down notorious Serial Kills and Solving long-standing Cold cases I had been curious about since I was a teenager.

“Kingdoms may fall and fail, but I do not.”

In the virtual game Brave World, the heroes fought their wars and Kings hold their kingdom.

Heroes, warriors, knight roamed the expansive vast land of Brave World.

People praised the game to be realistic but is it really a game?

As there is a secret in the real world that is hidden from the rest of the world, there is also secret in the virtual world.

Enter Daniel. A young bright man who decided to enter the game to help his family and trying to make a living by playing game

The story tells of his life, his tribulation, his failure and his triumph. It is in Brave World he began to shine. It is the story of his legend, and how he became known as the greatest strategist in Brave World.

PS: I also wrote Age of Heroes, Song of Heroes and Lord Shadow.

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