This Is My Primitive Tribe - Chapter 165 - 126: Mounts and Sacrifices

This year, Chi Ye has not yet embarked on the journey, the Rockets are still the most terrifying organization in Kanto, Sakagi has made a lot of money, and Niijima’s Chaomeng is still doubting life.

This year, Gu Liu has not been able to find a way to capture Celebi.

This year, Shui Wutong and Chi Yansong were only the leaders of two fan clubs, worried about preaching.

This year, Dr. Damu has not yet produced a picture book…

This year, everything did not happen, but someone was born in this year!

Someone: Excuse me! Don’t stop me from winning the championship! Otherwise, there is your good juice to eat!

(The world background of this book is mainly based on animation, but some content/relationships will be modified: Pokemon, Pokemon, Pokemon, Pokemon)

- Description from novelbuddy

A genius idiot born from an incestual marriage!

A young man with triple identities of worker, murderer, and university student!

Cadillacs and Dinosaurs, Sangokushi, KOF, Knights of the Round, Shadow Force, Street Fighter…

Each one of the arcade games you are familiar with has already been changed into a prerequisite for survival!

Slaughtering Shiranui Mai with Ya Otome, Jigoku Gokuraku Otoshi to kill Li Dian. There is only what hasn’t been thought of, there isn’t anything that can’t be thought of!

On an unknown day, when you walk down the stairs, you may accidentally walk into this —— arcade nightmare!

- Description from Novelupdates

After struggling in the apocalypse for ten years, Yao Ran died and returned to the three months before everything began. She returns with hatred and thirsts for revenge, intent on making those who owe her pay with their lives.With her grandfather's inheritance, Yao Ran sold everything and frantically hoarded weapons, medicine, food, and supplies. She sharpened her sword, stockpiled up supplies, settled scores with scoundrels and villains, and repaid them with both enmity and kindness.When disaster strikes, she begins her revenge, facing a dangerous world, and is determined to outlast her previous life.

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.