With Gacha being the Eternal Void - Chapter 18. Relaxing days 2

Floren, the most renowned realm of all realms, yet forgotten by all. The soul of a person from Earth accidentally crashed into this unexplored realm, ending up in a dragon egg. Transforming into a crimson dragon with the mindset of a human, Claudius was different from other dragons. He only wished to live an easy life, enjoying his lifespan of thousands of years to its fullest. However, the world is not such a forgiving place, dragging Claudius into countless struggles and death battles. Is it really possible to live a leisurely life?!

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Heath transmigrated to an alternate dimension and awakened the [God-like Extraction System]. With the help of the system, he steadily walked the path of the Witcher to become a god.

He is high above, the mysterious and terrible King of the Wild. With one glance, he can see people’s romances. He hates women to the extreme, but at his first glance of her, he dotes on her and spoils her.
She is a humble transmigrator, a miracle doctor who doesn’t care for the many handsome men around her. She only wants to become strong, to be worthy of that god-like man. But when she’s finally sure of her feelings, she finds out she’s already been married for years…
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When wronged：
She uses strength to hit the big handsome iceberg-like man in front of her eyes. “People say that I’m not good enough for you, but it is you who is an old cow eating tender grass!”
A man seizes the main point and laughs like an evildoer. “This husband has to eat the grass to confirm if it is tender or not!” He puts out the red candle……
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The world says：
The barbarian king has no heart and has no passion.
A pregnant woman very miserably thinks,” If he has no passion, then who is responsible for this big belly?”

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”