There's Something Wrong With These Demonic Women! - Chapter 221: Not The Same Man

One sentence introduction: She reconciled with herself by virtue of her performance.

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When she was about to die, she “traveled” through the apocalypse, and after 30 years of hard work, she was finally reborn by tearing down the system, but was planted with the seeds of murderous manic depression. Since then, there has been an additional villain professional in the entertainment industry, with superb acting skills, and has repeatedly won the crown of the best actor.

Key words: women disguised as men, dramas in dramas, fanboys, Hanwen Copywriters

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Aiden, who spent his days staring at a screen and playing the same game, 'Leclentia', had finally succumbed to his unhealthy lifestyle and died...

However, he found himself reincarnated in a world full of mythical creatures and magic, with his consciousness inhabiting the body of a frail young boy who was supposed to attend the mage academy.

“Wait... I've reincarnated into Leclentia!”

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