MTL - Gamers of the Underworld - Chapter 3 The first batch of first test players

Transmigrating into the world of Douluo Dalu, I unexpectedly awakened the same Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, as Yu Xiaogang, and was discovered and taken as a disciple by Liu Erlong.Originally, I thought I would have to live cautiously under Liu Erlong's protection for the rest of my life. But who knew that a system would suddenly appear, binding me to female protagonists and allowing me to grow stronger by earning “conquest points,” evolving my Martial Soul!Now that the system has arrived, Xiao Yu feels there's no need to live cautiously under Liu Erlong's protection anymore. Instead, he can openly rely on conquering a group of female protagonists to dominate Douluo Dalu!Wherever there are female protagonists, there will surely be Xiao Yu's presence!And wherever Xiao Yu's presence is, his Martial Soul, fully evolved into the Radiant Holy Dragon, will surely shine upon the world!Liu Erlong: “Xiaogang, let's keep some distance from now on. I'm afraid Xiao Yu might misunderstand!”Xiao Wu: “Brother, I've fallen for Xiao Yu. Please forget about me!”Ning Rongrong: “Xiao Yu, from now on, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda will be your exclusive money bag!”Zhu Zhuqing: “Xiao Yu, as long as you have the ability, I don't mind you taking all three of us sisters!”Qian Renxue: “For you, giving up the Angel God's position is nothing!”Hu Liena: “Xiao Yu, once I become the Pope, I'll immediately step down for you. I'll focus on being your wife!”

Bai Pingting has always been contrary the saying, “A woman’s virtue is ignorance.”

Although she serves the Marquess of Jing-An as a maid, she leads a life far richer than most women. Her plain appearance is not what defines her — but her intelligence, far beyond many wise men.

Although Chu Beijie was an enemy general, she still cannot help being attracted to this man, despite the many lies and conspiracies…but between love and loyalty, she must make a choice. She can only hope that man’s love for her isn’t as deep as she thought.

One is a soul who seemingly destroys peace while the other aspires to be the sword that saves. Between them, lies a mountain of hate…

Who of the two most cunning people on earth cast the trap and just who captured the other?

Cyril was a Harry Potter book fan. He unexpectedly obtained a chatterbox system that said it would take him to experience the desired Wizarding World.

He rubbed his hands together gleefully. Was there such a good thing?

However, once the system was finished, he found that this Wizarding World didn’t seem quite right?

Cyril (eyes shaking: Forest monster? Brass steam train? Gloomy wizard’s tower? Wizarding academy of the fittest? This wasn’t right!

System (forcing itself to be calm): Magic creatures! The appearance doesn’t matter! The architecture isn’t the key! It is still a wizarding academy! There isn’t anything wrong with it! Not bad, not bad!

Cyril struggled to make it through the Blackheart Wizard Academy. Fortunately, there was the gentle and courteous chief gentleman to cling to. This was until he found that the handsome chief seemed to be plotting against him…

My god! This seemed to the other identity of the crazy great magician and necromancer?

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According to legends, the dark, paranoid, crazy and perverted great necromancer rubbed the white and delicate neck of the beautiful young man in his arms and whispered, “My dear, I heard that you have been very close to the commander of the Holy Light Knights recently?

Cyril denied it three consecutive times with an innocent face, “I’m not! I didn’t! Who is talking nonsense?”

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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.