MTL - Conan’s Corpse Picker - Chapter 1091 1090 [Be angry, Shuichi Akai! 】

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Yeman Talisman was bullied by his classmates and framed by his best friend in his high school days. One night, an incident occurred, which he rescued his ex-girlfriend from a drug organization syndicate. Too bad with his bad luck he got killed, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a different world? With a gaming-like system! Let’s find out what will happen to him in this world of fantasy. What if he finds out that his old classmates were the heroes of this new world and their leader was none other than his old best friend who framed him not only once, but twice?

They got summoned here through a magic circle unlike him!

What will happen when the system and magic clash?!!!

(Yeman made a promise to himself, that the next time their path cross, he will teach them true despair.)

Together with his pets, he will build his clan and rise to power!

For unknown reasons, he finds himself transported to a parallel world's Japan, unexpectedly taking over the body of a soon-to-be high school student who had died accidentally. Surprisingly, he did not inherit any memories. However, the first challenge he faces upon arriving here is a language barrier...Just as he struggles to communicate with his new family, a heavenly voice arrives: the black technology system has been activated, and the initial item—translation konjac—has been distributed.This is the story of someone with above-average intelligence but almost no physical strength in the Classroom of the Supreme Power.

A major event happened recently to the demonic sect – their powerful sect master suddenly went missing.

Everyone comforted each other: “Don’t worry, the sect master must be out pursuing fun, and so on.”

“Well, that makes sense.”

They waited.

Waited and waited.

Waited and waited.

Waited and… Everyone slammed the table: “We’ve waited so long! The sect master must have met with a mishap! Look for him!!” Numerous disciples therefore ran rumbling down the mountain.

On a certain day of the month, a certain sect master opened his eyes and thought in confusion: Hey, who am I?

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I killed the player.

He was one hell of a f*cker.