MTL - Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again - Chapter 4003 I gave it back to him for you

After dying in a pandemic and not from the flu, a 37-year-old man is reborn with his memories of his past life and a knowledge of a technological branch of a not so popular RTS and survival game.And when he thought that his life was going on and his plans were being resolved step by step.He finds himself on a second trip the night before when he enters his new school.After living twice in a normal modern world, now I have to survive in a semi-apocalyptic world of Diablo?What! Are you telling me that my second world is not a normal modern world either?Destination what are you playing?!-------------------------------------Additional Tags - Male to Female, Harem, Yuri, Lesbian, Love, Action, Romance, Multiverse, R18, Manga, Anime, Games.

A great demon king who came from another world to conquer Earth. To save the Earth, Li Luyou could only first take care of this great demon king… a little girl proclaiming herself Her Imperial Princess.

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Nanaya traveled to the Naruto world and survived the Uchiha genocide incident.As long as he sleeps, he can become stronger and invincible.After accumulating 60,000 hours of sleep, Nanaya opened the Sharingan and activated the ability of the Ice Fruit.Itachi: I didn't find his existence on the night of the extermination. Who is it?Sasuke: Nanaya, my Amaterasu's black flames can burn all visible objects, otherwise they won't go out.Next second!“What, Nanaya, you guy, actually froze my black flames.”Pain: That guy just slept for a second in the gap between Shinra Tensei, and the power to wake up is above me.Madara: I can't dance in front of that man.Kaguya Otsutsuki: My world of ice can't even live up to that sentence, ahhhhh!Uchiha Nanaya, with a pair of Mangekyo Sharingan, changes the past and reverses the future.

[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.