Naruto: Konoha's Kanpu - Chapter 833: Is Big Brother A Psycho?

In the world of Kyushu, players full of resentment gathered together, dripped blood as an alliance, and vowed to make the big devil go away.

For a time, all directions responded, the wind was surging, and everyone saw a better tomorrow.

Except for Lubei.

He is the so-called devil.

“Say I’m the devil, blame me for pitting you, I’m an NPC, how could I pit you, that’s how immortals are!”

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Seventeen-year-old Hajime Nagumo is your average, everyday otaku. However, his simple life of pulling all-nighters and sleeping in school is suddenly turned upside down when he, along with the rest of his class, is summoned to a fantasy world!

The unparalleled Pill Emperor is reborn into another life, practicing unique cultivation techniques and refining pills that others cannot. Occasionally, he would offer advice to those so-called masters of pill dao, while casually recruiting a few talented disciples to follow him.“Want a cultivation technique? No problem!”“Need a pill? No problem!”“The real question is, have you hung out with me?”In this life, Mo Wangchen is destined to reach the pinnacle once more, to dominate with his pills and reverse the heavens with his martial prowess!

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.