A Valiant Life - Chapter 1142 - To everyone’s delight

The daughter of a duke, the stuttering Maximilian, married a knight of lowly status at her father’s coercion.

What kind of experience is it to be a true spiritual genius, transmigrating to become the ‘king’ of the Immortal Demon Great Qin?

Qualification is supreme, and any technique can be mastered quickly. The so-called barrier of practice cannot hinder his breakthrough at all!

Or add luck and become the real master of the plane.

Is it to gather the copper of Kyushu, cast twelve bronze figures, hold the souls of millions of Qin warriors, swept across Liuhe, and conquered the world, or the three worlds of warriors?

Rare birds and beasts, a world where demons are rampant, a combination of local myths and legends.

PS: It is not a hegemony text of the war system, the first choice for the extreme genius stream

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In a world brimming with magic and cloaked in mystery, the Book of Judgement Day wields extraordinary power capable of altering destinies, captivating many seekers and adventurers who yearn to uncover its secrets.The Gamma nation lies in ruins, yet the remnants of its profound mysteries cling to existence, particularly the fabled Book of Judgement Day, a relic sought after by numerous individuals despite the widespread doubt regarding its existence. Rinoa, a diligent student from the prestigious Atlantis School of Magic, embarks on a quest to unravel this enigma; however, as she prepares to depart, her teacher is unexpectedly attacked by a dark-cloaked figure, plunging her into a dramatic confrontation.Determined to pursue her quest, Rinoa defies the school's restrictions on her journey. In this critical moment, she encounters a young paladin named Fitran, who expresses willingness to join her mission—but only under the condition that she acquiesces to his stipulations. Who truly is Fitran, and will Rinoa agree to his terms, risking her mission for the sake of a partnership?

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.