I Reincarnated as the Bastard Prince? Well, At least I'm OP! - Chapter 43: Defeated

“Is this a game, or did aliens make me time-travel?”

“It’s terrifying, people who die in the game actually die in the real world!”

“Damn, the whole city is mine, and there are still things that can be brought from the game to the real world, it’s just…”

Song Jian aimlessly wandered through the empty city, accompanied only by mutated zombies and monsters. His only goal now was to survive in such a zombie-infested Doomsday City.

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In the whole world there lays twelve paths to climb the Tower of God, and in legends these twelve pathways leads toward legendary road of immortality. However these paths in the Tower of God, are far too long, without end.

Miguel transmigrated into the Wild Beast World in the body of a useless teen with the same name as himself after he was betrayed by his disciple, the Harem Emperor, for a knowledge and universal secret that he recently uncovered.In the Wild Beast World, humans could contract Wild Beasts through their Summoning Grimoire, a mysterious book that fated individuals can awaken at the age of 18.In this world of summons and beasts, Miguel awakened with the Beauty Sign-In System, which allowed him to contract legendary beauties as long as he signed in at a specific location.On his first sign-in, he received the Holy Daughter of the Red Family, the Fiery Empress of Legend.Using the Wild Beast World and the Sign-in System as a starting point, Miguel swore to return to the Immortal Cultivation World and settle scores with the Harem Emperor once and for all.Follow Miguel's journey as he reaches for the apex, becoming a legendary figure in all worlds.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.