MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King) - Chapter 298 Oblivion Stasis Revenge

Want to get super vision? Then let’s get some eagle blood.

Want to get super power? Blood of the Bear works great.

Are you going to surpass humans? Exactly, I have vampire blood here.

Do you want to be the ultimate creature? Very well, I have a drop of the blood of the ancient gods here.

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Become the headless mayor of the ancient, chaotic city of Arkham, where the gods breed.

Starting from blood therapy, Ross built an extraordinary shelter, a forbidden library, and a museum of the ancient gods.

Ross: We Arkham are full of talented people, and our folk customs are simple, hey! Don’t run! Haven’t visited Arkham Sanatorium yet!

Farming flow, invincible flow, behind-the-scenes black hand flow, Cthulhu.

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Qingyun was probably the only villain who suffered this much.

For hundreds of years, a protagonist has always been barking at him and attempting to harm him, but just couldn’t kill him.

When he spent his days bedridden like a dying man, his life was no better than that of the dead.

People respected him, feared him, secretly cursed at him, but he just wouldn’t die!

But he, the ultimate BOSS, has become an insignificant cannon fodder only to be manipulated and destroyed?

That’ll never happen.

A certain green-eyed man: Cutie, come into my arms.

Qingyun: Heh heh, Lao Zi will teach you how to behave.

*Ding* the world’s most ferocious little cutie has come online~

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A girl named Lily who has a unique body. Because of the uniqueness of her body, people around her looked at her as strange. For this reason, a Yuri Goddess gave her the power so that she could enjoy the true meaning of life and open new windows Quest requested by the Goddess.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.