Primordial Sin System - Chapter 521-Xegron in Action (3)

The female protagonist crossed over to become the Venerable Woman Kingdom’s Crown Princess. That’s right, that’s right, holding power and authority and handsome men!

What? She’s has the body constitution of trash and is unable to practice martial arts?

Having finally set her eyes on a good looking man, he turned out to be a snow wolf. Isn’t that just so sad and depressing….. Having captured a good looking man, a certain woman laughed sinisterly. “Remember this. You are already mine, so you have to remain chaste for me. If you do not obey, I will then reject the goods.”

The handsome looking man was stunned with his mouth agape. “You….. You’ve gotten it completely backwards!”

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The journey of a generation’s male empress started because of four words.

“Send a dowry escort.”

During the 19th year of Yuanqing, Qi Yunruo boarded a carriage and entered through a corner door of the second prince’s estate. Then, across the watery corridor, he gazed at the prince from afar.

Notes:

For aristocratic women in imperial China to marry into a family part of the upper nobility, they must be of the legitimate line and must also have an escort/dowry maid that married into that family. That escort would be a “ying” (媵) and could be considered a concubine.

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John Foster, a top expert in a certain gaming studio, who once offended a trust-fund baby.

As a result, he was framed and bound with the worst talent-“Sacrifice”, in the new game “GODSLAYER” upon the game's launch day.

John was the only one among the sacrificed who insisted on not deleting his character.

Supposed to be sacrificed to The Devil, John persisted in his quest.

After being killed multiple times, he still charged towards The Devil with his flesh and blood!

[Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.]

[Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] ...

After multiple failures, John was surprised to find that his skills and Exp were improving rapidly as he fought The Devil!

A few months later, when players worldwide were busy leveling up, a system notification struck like thunder:

[Ding: 'Anonymous Player' successfully killed the World BOSS - Devil 'Azazel', earning the First Kill reward!]

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