The Dragon King's Harem System - Chapter 291. The Healer Tribe I

I made a character gacha game with constellations that people from other worlds can relate to. I was worried about what would happen if the constellations got angry, but… [The King of All Demons complains that the Demon King character’s pick rate is too low and begs for some fan service content.] [The First Elven Hero asks when their episode as the protagonist will be released.] [The Master of the Night fidgets their fingers, wondering if their character’s jaw could be made a bit more slender.] They… unexpectedly like it?

Amidst a disaster, an orphan contracts a sickness.

In his waking hours, he is tormented by his ailment, but when he slumbers, there is infinite darkness.

One day, when he was five years old, a strange Fate Trickster appeared in his dreams. Ten years later, he dreams of becoming a lord. To do so, he takes a chance to trade his fate!

That day, Wang Zhong once again stood at the gates of the Tianjing Heroic Soul Academy. He was about to start a brand new life.

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