The World's most Overpowered Side-Character - Chapter 82: His One Wish.

Yebai came to the world of Dragon Ball with the infinite crit system and became an ordinary person.

With the infinite crit system, Yebai has gradually become a candidate for the God of Destruction.

At this moment, he received an invitation from Wanjie Chat **.

Nami: “The boss has a lot of points, I am willing to kneel down and beg for support.”

Tohsaka Rin: “Don’t fight me for the boss, the boss is mine.”

Uncle Jiu: “Actually, I’m not a man, I can also be taken care of by the boss.”

**The Lord: “I am not a full-time and all-powerful immortal, I am willing to accept the support of the God of Destruction.”

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“Sect Leader, your disciple has once again become the champion of this year’s Regional Sect Competition!” Chu Yuan: “Kick! Kick him out of the sect!” “Sect Leader, we can’t kick anyone out of the sect anymore! Those that were kicked out in the past have all established their own Holy Lands! If we continue kicking people out of our sect, all the Holy Lands in the region will be ours...” Chu Yuan: “???” I just want to groom a useless disciple! Why are all of you doing this to me!?

Before her rebirth, Song Ran lived a lone and miserable life. Her innocence and naiveness cost her fortune. Her family assets was wasted by the stepmother, and her man stolen by her very best friend. After she was reborn, having the scales fallen from her eyes, Song Ran learned from her mistakes. The first thing she needed to do was ride on the coattail of her man with a promissing future, Mr. Gu.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.