MTL - Quick Transmigration: Face Slapping The Second Female Lead - Chapter 187 My dear majesty, please let go 18

This game has two choices: become a reincarnated hero in another world or receive a duty as a god who guides such people. A man chooses the latter and becomes Raymund, the god of hope. He was tasked to send heroes to grant people's prayers in the mortal world.

After his heroes complete various missions, Raymund can choose a new one from the afterlife. That means he can make a harem of badass women!

A gorgeous formidable warrior? A cute loli wizard? A sexy ninja, maybe? Or perhaps a lovely woman with a unique job class? The possibilities are endless.

However, getting his heroines to complete missions is no easy feat. Raymund still had to think hard and make the right decisions.

So, will Raymund and his women be able to answer those prayers?

The whole people came to the Supreme Continent, became the lord of one party, and participated in the struggle for hegemony among the lords of all races!

Some lucky lords will awaken their lord talents!

“Haha, my lord’s talent is the Hall of Knights, which can allow the lords to transfer to a special combat profession – fighting spirit knight!”

“My lord talent is the king of the abyss, and I can summon the demons of the abyss to become my subjects!”

“There are countless scientists among my subjects, and I want to develop black technological civilization!”

“My lord’s talent can refine Qi and practice, and it is up to me to become an immortal and an ancestor!

Zhou Zhou Awakens Top Lord Talent: 100% Explosion Rate!

Not only can you see the loot drop rate of the enemy, but you can also let the enemy drop all the loot after death!

Zhou Zhou: See if I don’t expose all your lord talents!

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The world’s top ten conglomerates had joined forces to create a programme where the crew had quietly evacuated all the people from a city, leaving behind only Raymond and his family, who were kept in the dark. Their purpose was to see this child, who had emerged from the slums of America, get humiliated.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…