Nuclear-powered Sword Immortal - Chapter 797 - 686 Self-directed and Self-performed_2

Liam was a regular high school student who spent most of his days and nights gaming. After a long night of gaming, he woke up the next morning to find a holographic screen floating in front of him.Not only that, but the screen informed him that he must run three miles or he would be punished. Naturally, he ignored it, thinking that his lack of sleep had caused him to hallucinate. The time slowly ticked down while he had yet to complete his quest.He was then transported to a desert, surrounded by wild wolves. He narrowly escaped without being ripped apart, and that’s when a notification popped up.[Congratulations on not dying! For that, your body has made small improvements. You are well on your way to becoming a pro boxer.]With this system, Liam must take on the task of becoming a pro boxer; he must train and work rigorously. Will he succeed? Well, you must read to find out!NOTE: For the system, there will be no power padding or points system. The system’s job is solely to train him.

He became the villain in the possessed game, the rival of the main character, and the second seat.

The Pseudo-Holy Grail War of Snowfield is About to Begin!Moran, who has transmigrated into the Type-Moon universe, is determined to clear the game in one life!Waiting online, urgent!Ding! You have successfully activated the Life Simulator!• 【You drove out the foreign Olympian Machine Gods, took the hand of the Earth Mother Goddess, and founded a new nation and mythology.】• 【You are the Lord of the Millennium Castle, bestowed with the name Brunestud, and the beloved ruler of the land in the eyes of the Crimson Moon.】• 【You are the Final King of the Age of Gods, single-handedly preventing its decline and ensuring that Divine Age Britain endures to this day.】Behind this dazzling simulated life, Moran now faces—Arcueid: “Weren’t you supposed to pick me up at the Millennium Castle? Why are you here in the Holy Grail War?!”Artoria: “Enough! Come back to Britain with me!”Ereshkigal: “Moran! Who are all these women?!”As his ever-growing circle of admirers closes in, Moran realizes—This might just be the hardest “Kidney Grail War” in history.

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