MTL - Entertainment From Divorce - v3 Chapter 817 Early completion

Monkey D. Luffy: “I am the man who wants to become the Pirate King!”

Xie Wen: “You were beaten by my cat.”

Roronoa Zoro: “I want to become the world’s greatest swordsman!”

Xie Wen: “You were chopped by my cat.”

Porusalino: “Speed ​​is power. Have you ever been kicked by light?”

Xie Wen: “You were kicked by my cat.”

This is the story of a time-traveler who has activated the small dungeon, and leads a group of Elu cats who have activated the sky-defying dungeon to travel (xing) in the mountains (feng) and play (zuo) in the water (lang) in the pirate world.

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Jiang Chen, son of the Heavenly Emperor, unexpectedly reincarnated into the body of a despised young noble, thus embarking on the path of the underdog trouncing all commoners. No one has the right to call himself a genius in front of Jiang Chen, as no one has a better understanding of the heavens than the son of the Heavenly Emperor. “Genius? He who adheres to me shall ascend. Those who oppose me can find solace in hell!’

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