MTL - Underworld Game Producer - Chapter 143 Double salary just want to poach the production team of Resident Evil?

Mc unexpectedly got into a very funny accident during a mission and died then reincarnated in this new wonderful world.

Before reincarnating he met a very beautiful goddess who unexpectedly took him as a student under his one wish which the goddess decided to grant him.

He learnt various kinds of things under goddess teachings and spent 1000 years practising them by heart under her watch.

Mc wisely used those years to learn everything he can handle and was sure he would need them.

So that’s how he got the knowledge to become Op quickly with a bonus as an eternal companion, Aashi.

After reincarnating in this world he started to fulfil his dreams one by one like having a big family with multiple beautiful and capable wives, and along the way conquering multiple realms.

After fulfilling most of his desires he sat in a peaceful home and said, “Now I can say for sure, my wish as a lazy otaku has been fulfilled. I remember I haven’t seen the new anime, my lovely wives, do any of you want to watch this anime together with me as I starting so hurry up otherwise, you will miss it.”

Disclaimer:

This is the story of Lazy Otaku who got the chance to fulfil his long-cherished wish.

So come join our 1000year old otaku soul, in his journey to be horne..cough…I mean a journey to conquer countless realms and how he makes the strongest & largest family in all the realms.

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”

The God of Magic stopped blessing his believers.

The Tower of Magic, where the mages gathered and worshiped him was destroyed.

Magic Fell.

The surviving Mages were looked down upon by the rest of the world.

Normal Mages, that is.

The Mages from the Strongest Magic Family, the Vesta Family, were an exception.

For 5000 years, the Vesta Family continued to produce exceptional Mages that were strong enough to resist other forces which came after their family heritage and treasures even without the Blessing of the God of Magic.

Now, however, the Vesta Family found themselves in a difficult situation where they didn’t have a single capable heir.

That was until, Christopher Davis, an underworld Gang Leader, transmigrates into the body of Vaan Astra Vesta, a well-known pushover and the ‘waste’ of the Vesta Family.

Christopher, now Vaan, soon realized that he could see otherworldly magic spirits with knowledge so vast that the Magic books that the Vesta Family treasured for 5000 years were nothing in comparison.

That, combined with Vaan’s own God-like Talent,

The ‘Hope’ was born.

A prodigy strong enough to not only protect the Vesta Family and its treasures,

A prodigy who will restore Magic to its former glory was born.

“Haa!? Who da fuck said a Mage can’t use fists!? That crab-like face of yours, I’ll punch it till it is deformed into something better looking!”

And of course, Christopher’s gangster-like tendencies won’t just disappear.

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