Holy Fist! - Chapter 277 - 144 Super Intelligence tells me it’s time to use Super Power now

Gu Changsheng traveled to the world of fantasy novels and became the ninth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.At the beginning, the previous emperor died.He directly ascended the throne and became the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Empress Dowager was so powerful that she could cover the sky with one hand.“I am familiar with this plot! Isn’t it exactly the same as the plot of the novel I just finished reading.”“The previous emperor died? The previous emperor, the sixth old man, was very scheming. He deliberately faked his death and broke through to become a saint in seclusion.”“The Empress Dowager? The real identity of this Empress Dowager is the Demon Queen of the Demon Sect. She is cruel and ruthless.”According to the plot.He ascended the throne and became the emperor. Next, he will become a puppet emperor in the hands of the Empress Dowager, and his end will be extremely miserable.Fortunately, at the critical moment, the system awakened, and changing the plot can make him stronger, summoning various strong people and treasures from the heavens and the worlds.Several years later!Gu Changsheng eliminated the Empress Dowager, swept all the way, and owned millions of miles of mountains and rivers, with three thousand beauties in the harem, and founded the immortal Great Zhou Dynasty!I am invincible, why don’t you come out of retreat!This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.

[By the Author that brought you “Return of the Frozen Player”!]The Return of the Fallen Tower Master: The Revival Era of the Magic Tower

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.

Until the time of him becoming the master of the lowest rank in the order of rankings, the lonely side of his life without luck was changed.