Beast World: Rise to Power with the Offspring System - Chapter 143 - 142 Don’t mess with me, I’m just a little lab rat

Ryouma Takuma, a 39 year-old man with a hidden past, finds himself in a strange white room. There the gods tell him that he has died and that they are sending his soul to a different world; a world where magic exists. After living alone for three years his gamer soul loses common sense and starts toward crazy routes.

Qiaosheng, you are the one who saves me, yet you are also the one who gives me hell. If we cannot grow old together, I’d rather we’ve never met before.

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Jiang Yang traveled to a parallel world and became a garbage undergraduate graduate.

He got married as soon as he graduated, and reached the pinnacle of his life. Then he achieved nothing, his family was poor, and he was unemployed at the beginning. He only had one skill. Just when he was in despair, his wife raised his chin, “I will support you.”

She took off her glasses, and the big devil who once made the singing world tremble came back.

after many years…

Jiang Yang watched Huayu being turned upside down under the ravages of his wife, he had no choice but to spread his hands, blaming only his company for dismissing him.

As for him, he is the only king of entertainment who can subdue the devil.

This book is also known as: [I am a man with BGM] [My wife is a big devil]

【Dog food, daily life, entertainment article】

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.