Behind the Scenes in Naruto World - Chapter 743 - Earth Has a Reason to Join Akatsuki!

“Hey, hurry up and massacre those bandits!”

[Mutual Pampering・No Misunderstandings]Having completed her mission as the Empress in Another World, Mu Lingyun was reborn back into her original world,still facing the plight of having nothing and being bullied by everyone.Mu Lingyun said, “No worries, let's sign in first.”【Sign-in successful, congratulations on obtaining a new identity: the lost young miss of one of the capital's four great families, the Rong Family】So,Grandpa: Little Yunyun, the billion in the card is the New Year’s money Grandpa has saved for you over the years...Dad: Little Yunyun, you said you wanted to be a superstar when you grew up. Our family's entertainment company was created for you... to serve you alone...Mom: The jewelry they said you couldn't afford is made by Mom's company. Mom will transfer the company to you...Overbearing CEO Brother: Everyone who has bullied my sister, reflect on the edge of bankruptcy in silence!Top Influencer Second Brother: All who have badmouthed my sister, you're expelled from the fan club!Mu Lingyun: ...Why is it different from before?Forget it, let's sign in again to calm down a bit.【Sign-in successful, congratulations on obtaining an additional identity: the beloved of the Crown Prince of the prominent, wealthy Ji Family】Mu Lingyun: ...

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.