John Wicked: Endlessly Evolving My Pet Monsters - Chapter 18: Evolution & Rank Up

Start a planet, civilization depends on creation.

Wang Yi, a young man in the 21st century, by chance and coincidence, his soul traveled to a world where everyone has the opportunity to awaken the planet.

The larger the diameter of the planet, the more advanced the transformed energy, and the stronger the civilization created.

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “Martial Arts True Qi”, and uses the creation sand table to create a martial arts civilization. The people on the planet are warriors.

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “Xiandao Zhenyuan”, uses the creation sand table to create an immortal civilization, and the people on the planet are all practitioners!

Some people gain planetary energy as “fighting qi”, use the creation sand table to create a fighting qi civilization, and the people on the planet are all fighters!

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “soul power”, and uses the creation sand table to create a soul civilization, and the people on the planet are all soul masters!

It is “magic” for someone to obtain planetary energy, use the creation sandbox to create a magical civilization, and the people on the planet are all magicians!

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Everyone is trying their best to evolve a magical civilization system.

However, Wang Yi used the memory of his previous life to start the evolution of the “prehistoric” civilization!

“Your world-destroying laser cannon is powerful, and I have Pangu, the son of Dao! A single ax down will bring your world back to chaos!”

“Your thousands of angels are powerful, I have three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, and I will beat you every minute!”

“Your dark army is awesome, I have a Buddhist quasi-sage who will transform you in minutes!”

“…”

This is a story of crushing all kinds of extraordinary civilizations with prehistoric civilizations!

Ps: This book is purely fictitious, any similarity is purely coincidental! Do not imitate!

Don’t spray if you don’t like it!

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Good news: I have transmigrated to Teyvat and become the Heavenly Principle.Bad news: The world of Teyvat doesn’t have much time left.Good news: I have a system that allows me to devour two-dimensional worlds.Noah looked at the countless familiar worlds, tears of sorrow streaming down his face, and announced on the spot:“I will not only be the Heavenly Principle of Teyvat but also the Heavenly Principle of countless worlds.”“So, my rules are the laws.”From then on, one Heavenly Principle and a group of fierce Gods embraced trembling worlds one after another.After devouring the world of Demon Slayer, Teyvat’s lifespan increased by 5,000 years.After devouring the world of Akame ga Kill!, Teyvat’s barriers were strengthened by 100 times.After devouring the world of Inuyasha, Teyvat forms the cycle of reincarnation.…

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