Virtual World: Close Combat Mage - Chapter 913 913: CD Flow

System: Host, what is that thing in the sky?

Shi Sheng: An intergalactic spaceship.

System: …This is a cultivation world, where did an intergalactic spaceship come from?!

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System: Host, what are you holding in your hand?

Shi Sheng: Xuanyuan Sword.

System: This is an advanced scientific world, where did an ancient divine sword come from?! Wait a moment… Host what are you doing?! Σ(°△°|||)︴

Shi Sheng: Breaking apart the main couple. ヾ(^▽^*)))

#MyHostIsTooPowerfulAndLikesToBreakShips#

Note : ‘shipping’ is the term people use when they want two people to be a couple.

Xia Yuqing is a shut-in+fujoshi from the 21st century. After an accident, she transmigrates into the body of a young princess forced into a political marriage to another country.

In his first life, Victor was lazy, poor, and the ultimate gambler, but the Goddess of Envy gave him a chance.

[ Die and go back four years into the past to restart your life. ]

Victor lost all hope and killed himself, and so began his second and also the most miserable life.

He became rich and successful but soon his girlfriend betrayed him and took away all his fortune, having decided on a desperate act Victor came up with a plan to avenge himself.

Although his plan was successfully executed, Victor hoped that this time he would die once for all and forget the despair that followed him through his two lifetimes.

Yet as if to deny him of his salvation, he suddenly heard a feminine voice once again, but a different one this time.

[ Goddess of Lust, surprised by your actions, grants you a gift ]

[ Yandere system activated! ]

It was a turning point for Victor.

From now on whether it is a Goddess, a Vampire or a Succubus, no matter who it is I must seduce you or I will surely die this time!

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.