The End Of The World’s Poisonous Mom And Monster Baby - Chapter 124 - Volume 2 Chapter 24 Reunion

“That was fun...”

A sickly young man named Breeze was forsaken by fate, only discovering the fun of livestreaming in the last month of his life.

However, he suddenly woke up in an unfamiliar room and heard a voice. It was a system.

[Greatest Streamer System has been installed.]

[Quest: Get 5 Followers!]

[Reward: Streamer Profile Banner.]

Breeze had been given a chance and transmigrated as Max Charles in a world where streaming has become a favorite job due to the advancement of Virtual Reality Technology. He worked hard to finish the quest given by the system.

However, the viewers were always the same no matter what or where the world was. They were unhinged.

— Woah!! Triple kill!

— Can he get a rampage? Go rampage!

— I want to be Breeze! I envy Breeze! I want to be Breeze! I envy Breeze!

— Let him cook, guys! Let him cook!

Follow Breeze's journey to become the greatest streamer in the world!

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God gave me one more chance and finally came back after four hundred years.

As soon as I realized I returned, I decided that ‘no one should have pride.’

My goal was to destroy the country. So, I grew up with a genius prince who lived in hiding before returning.
He took up the empire for me and I left him for him to achieve his goal.

‘I came to pick you up Charlize Ronan.’ Dylan, who became a perfect tyrant after a few years, found me after searching all over the continent.

‘Why did you flee and run away?’

Chen Bin never imagined that his godmother would make such a request.However, considering the financial support he had received from her over the years, he ultimately chose to compromise!Yet, he did not realize that his life would undergo earth-shattering changes because of that woman!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”