My Range is One Million - Chapter 291 - Fighting Odds – 1

Daytime belongs to the human world, while Deceit Night returns to the netherworld.Since the arrival of the sinister night, demons and evil spirits have brought disaster to humanity, and generations of our ancestors have struggled to survive.This blade of mine can eliminate evil, slay demons, defeat wickedness, exterminate devils, destroy evil!From now on, nighttime shall be like daytime!

Ye Hao travels to the world of horror recovery.

It is full of demons, ghosts walking at night, and aliens with awakened abilities.

Ye Hao, who has always been more salty, did not expect that the golden finger would be so powerful that it would automatically level up.

“A good meal, Liuku Immortal Thief is in a beautiful mood, and the speed of cultivation is doubled.”

“Gu Lingqian will sense the presence of a Specter nearby, and he will be excited, and the training effect will increase by 70%.”

“The speed at which you made the talisman is too slow, the sky is the ****, and you have realized the mystery.”

“You haven’t touched a beautiful woman today, you are in a low mood with both hands, and you have no progress in your practice.”

“You watched a small movie, and Daluodongguan was very excited and fell into a state of epiphany.”

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Ye Hao really didn’t think about working hard, but his eight strange skills were too good.

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Okay, so let me get this straight. I wake up and BAM, I'm inside the body of Valerian Thorne—a third-rate villain. I mean, come on? Out of all the characters I might have been reincarnated as, it had to be him? This man was literally a stepping stone for the actual hero. So why him? Why not someone with a little more. potential?Now that I have a system that can unleash Valerian's hidden potential, who knows? Perhaps this third-rate villain will get a second chance, alter his destiny, and prove the world what he is truly capable of. And if I happen to get to keep the gorgeous fiancée in the process. well, I'm not complaining.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”