MTL - One Hundred Ways to Become a God - Chapter 117 Hypothetical paladin

Jiang Li traveled through time and found himself without any cheat tools, so he could only rely on diligent cultivation. After five hundred years, he became the strongest person in the Nine Provinces.Suddenly, a system appeared, claiming to be able to help him go from being a Qi Refining cultivator to becoming the number one person in the Nine Provinces.Jiang Li looked at the first task and fell into deep thought.“Please defeat your cousin, who is at the sixth level of Qi Refining.”“Your system has quite a delay,” he said.

Mo Poor never thought that he would suddenly have supernatural abilities until he shot an arrow towards the sun. The absolute hit means that he can be the god on the pitch, the god of the basketball world, the big Luo Jinxian in the game… He can easily become a winner in life, spend his life magnificently, and wealth and power will not be difficult . Just as he was using this to change his destiny and enjoy his life, he met the inmates who claimed to be from the Blue and White Society… When he understood this organization that executes necessary evils in the dark of the world and maintains human security, he found his true identity Goal: I want to become the president of Lanbai. The contents of this book, D-class personnel nouns and inspirations are derived from works on wikidot. And released according to CCBY-SA3.0.

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Igor had asked him to die for the world. She would ask him to die for her. Problem was, he didn't really like dying, not for a second time, at least.

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’