The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast - Chapter 674 Big Bear Hug

Luo Zheng is at the bottom of the Luo Clan hierarchy, despite his family being the founders of a power refining technique that could instantly defeat any opponent.

WARN:

SLIGHT ROMANCE!! NO HAREM!! FAMILY GENRE!!

Filled with political intrigue, warfare, adventure, friendship, and betrayal.

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Synopsis:

I transmigrated into a novel that I read years ago as the second Prince of the Chrono Empire and was fated to be killed by my half-brother, the First Prince at the age of 12.

So, What's my role in this novel?

Am I the villain?

Am I an insignificant extra?

Am I the protagonist? Nah, definitely not.

But, why bother?

Following the novel's plot isn't my style and I won't let it dictates my life.

Regardless of my role, I am the main character of my own life.

some day.

The heavens and worlds shook.

A huge list appeared in the sky, and the scene of counting the strange nicknames of the heavens began.

Inventory tenth, head pillar Tanjiro

Inventory Ninth: The God of the Earth Cannot Fly (Gulardo), the God of the Sea Fathead Fish (Kioka)

Inventory eighth, the second of the four Uchiha laughs – Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito

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After the video is posted.

Countless dimensions were shocked.

It turns out that there are so many people with weird nicknames in countless worlds.

- Description from novelbuddy

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.