MTL - Beasts Are Just For Me To Bond With - Chapter 190 Introverted Orochimaru【Subscribe】

She wanted to be a Necromancer, but awakened as a Saint! Somehow her summoned heroes are all undead?How will the church react when their Saintess summons a skeleton in place of a mighty hero? Sofia isn’t too keen on finding out.To many a summoned hero, this world looks oh so familiar. Beastmen, Dwarves, Trolls, Dragons and Elves!Saints, adventurers, dungeons, maybe an evil demon lord to be vanquished?A video-game like system! Classes, skills and levels!Although... why is the system even a thing to begin with?Do gods really choose saints like you pick your next meal?There are great powers at work beneath the surface, this is their world, and you're living in it.Follow Sofia as she unknowingly gets tangled in power struggles far beyond what she had bargained for.Be ready for a wild ride. Break a leg, skeleton!

“Ding! Found a key plot character: Izumi Sagiri, please be sure to seed this character within a month.”

“Ding! Detected a young female dragon Kangna of a powerful species, and asked the host to sow the species within one day!”

“Three years is the highest death penalty.” Ye Feng looked hesitant as he looked at the young girl dragon who flung himself into his arms and acted like a spoiled child.

ps: Comprehensive manga: 100,000 cold jokes → Mr. Erromanga → Gensokyo → Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid → Dark Bullet → Gensokyo, the world is to be determined → _ → (Feilu solemnly reminds: This story is purely It is fictitious, if there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental, please do not imitate it.)…

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An anime otaku who has traveled to the world of full-time hunters, in order to live well, he can only keep getting stronger all the time, burying the strong one after another. Your withered life will be continued by me.

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.