MTL - Versatile Mage - Chapter 3140 You are the pope, right?

“Finally, the owner has appeared. You read me.”The Archmage’s legacy, the Book of Truth.Binair Dalheim, a dropout of the Elfenbein Tower, accidentally discovers the Book of Truth.“I will awaken your magical talent. In return, complete me.”The dropout boy, whose dormant talent has been awakened, begins his journey to retrieve the Book of Truth as requested.

In the dream, Yi Meng will incarnate various non-human beings in the beautiful heavens.

Justice League, the first Doomsday head of Superman’s Kryptonian homeworld. Marvel Universe, Artificial Intelligence of Iron Man’s Daughter. Harry Potter, The Sword of Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

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When the people of the motherland came to reality, they looked up to the sky and laughed maniacally, trying to become the gods of all mankind.

Yi Meng decided not to pretend.

“People from the motherland invaded the real world? Fortunately, I am the Doomsday Superman!”

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“Ah…” She is so tickled that she is defenseless against his attacks. “You can choose to marry me or to die!” By then you will become the first person in history to die from tickling. “If you dare to reject me, I will make sure to ravish you until you yield to me.”

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.