MTL - Become Marvel Daisy Johnson - Chapter 297 Hope to see through 2010, four

Before Li Daniu had time to be excited about being a prince who was about to ascend the throne, he learned that his country was about to be submerged by sea water.

“Can I wear it back?”

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After transmigrating, discover that there is a resurgence of Qi in the East and there is a dawn of deities in the West.

When steam cannons and mystery collide, the Western Extraordinaries gradually awaken.

This is a world filled with a variety of advancements, class transfers, and hidden occupations, as well as never-ending exploration.

As the mystery of the West gradually unfolds, the ancient deities gradually awaken, and a fresh new world draws the curtains in front of Thulhu.

What should ordinary people do when old gods revive and new gods rise? Fortunately, we have a property panel!

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