Monster Tamer is the Worst Class - Chapter 30: Vibration

Travelling across a different dimension, you have become a noble who has fallen from grace. With the help of a proficiency panel, you can start your liver experience using the ancestral breathing method used by knights. Let us embark on this bizarre and mysterious journey and follow this wizard’s steps one by one.

After transmigrating into a SF (Science Fiction) novel and enduring cruel hardships, I ascended to the throne as the Emperor of the Galactic Empire.[Welcome to the Integrated Dimensional Community.]As the community’s Lone SF Transmigrator, I unleashed the poison of new cultures on the uncivilized primitives of the Otherworlds.-Let there be light. To judge the horde of evil, the Apostle of the Goddess sent down a Graviton Surge. Thus, in that place was light along with a massive explosion…-The Grand Duke of the North has shown great interest in your Heattech…-I, as a Namgung, am thankful for the grace akin to the vast sea provided by the Great Hero. By virtue of the Vibroblade bestowed by the Great Hero, the nefarious Demonic Cult has…It seems like these Otherworlders can’t get their sh*t together.

[Cute baby + group pet + face slap + five and a half year old boss]

Five-and-a-half years old, the real daughter of the real daughter with the fate of Tiansha Lone Star, was taken home.

The Bo family is extremely disgusted:

“The broom star is back, and in a few days, we will all have to die.”

“Let her live outside, I will never allow her to step into the house for half a step.”

“What kind of thing is she! Our daughter is only Xiaoxue!”

After Bo Ya moved into Bo’s house——

The old man Bo, who was seriously ill and was afraid that Bo Ya would be bullied, made a miraculous recovery, with a rosy face and an extra twenty years of life would not be a problem!

The investment failed and faced bankruptcy, but Bo Erye, who maintained Bo Ya everywhere, accidentally pulled a huge investment and made a lot of money!

Aunt Bo, who had failed to cultivate orchids and wished to apologize to her death, that night, the orchids came back to life strangely, and there were two more pots!

The Bo family, who ridiculed Bo Ya and lived a more miserable life: “…”

…

The top banquet, the gathering of bigwigs in various fields——

The bosses plopped down and knelt down: Little Highness, why did you come to the world?

Bo Ya, the little princess of the devil world: Dad is gone, I’m here to find Dad.

The big bosses are full of fear: … His Majesty the Demon Lord, his old man is also here?

…

Although Bo Xue’er is the fake daughter of the Bo family, but at a young age, she is already smart enough to be a monster.

She is the youngest disciple of the Tianyi Sect, Bai Xue from the Hacker Alliance, and the best student of a well-known piano professor…

Bo Ya: It’s so miserable, I’m just a useless crow spirit.

Actually:

The master of Tianyimen, her apprentice, the hacker alliance she created, and the piano teaching her students, she can save a person with a breath of death.

The handsome young man with high power and high position curved his lips evilly and hooked his fingers lightly: Come on, take a few more sips from me.

Thin Bud: “…”

- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”