Temporal Pearls - Chapter 318 The Last Straw

In the last life, Tang Mo accidentally lost his space jade pendant when the apocalypse opened, and lost his biggest golden finger. Later, he practiced his abilities, lost his relatives, and was ostracized. He played a good hand of cards all his life. , and finally died in the mouth of the alien beast.

Opening his eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn and returned to the week before the end of the world, and all the tragedies have not happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity to walk out of her own path to become a doomsday powerhouse?

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When he was engrossed in the Wizard World, Roger unexpectedly transmigrated to a world that seemed familiar yet strange.In this place, the legendary monsters actually existed, disguising themselves among the populace and becoming a part of this world.Starting from a deserted island, Roger began his career as a Demon Hunter.Although he had an inborn golden touch after transmigrating, what made him somewhat helpless was that it wasn't him with the cheat, but rather just a dilapidated house ready to collapse...After a long time, when Roger ascended to the castle surrounded by mountain peaks,he couldn't help but let out a sincere exclamation:“From a cabin to a castle, the house is too big and hard to manage!”…………This is the story of a Demonic Hunter living in the modern world.

At the age of fourteen, he inherited a dilapidated country from the older generation.

With his personal ability, in just a few years, this country has directly transformed from such a situation to a country that attracts attention.

How will he gradually become the master of the entire world? What are the secrets of the pirate world?

Not warm-blooded, dark-bellied, slightly cold-blooded.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.