Naruto: The Strongest Kakashi - Chapter 405 Konohas Prison

Transmigrating into his own novel, Mu Yifan was very conflicted!

Transmigrating into his own novel and becoming a zombie, Mu Yifan was even more conflicted!

Transmigrating into his own novel and becoming the zombie king that had killed the male lead who was reborn one month before the Apocalypse and wanted to take revenge, Mu Yifan has lost his calm!

Therefore, he decided to become heartless. He has to get rid of the male lead before he is reborn!

Ah!?

Hold on, what kind of rhythm is this?

Didn’t he write a Science Fiction novel?

How did it become a Danmei?

In an alternate world, countless monsters crossed through rifts, sweeping across human cities and bringing an apocalyptic crisis upon humanity.From that moment, humanity entered an era where everyone transitioned into different professions. Nations took pride in cultivating strong professionals and competing for top ranks in strategies for the alternate world.When the first supreme ruler of the Dragon Kingdom, who had been dormant for millions of years, awakened with resources accumulated over that time, the bosses of the alternate world trembled.Top-tier professionals from countries around the globe bowed in submission...-------My new book: “Full-Star Player Returns as a Godslayer”

The legend of the continent, the battle that brought fame; the Sacred Phoenix Lady, the Windfire Meteor Godrealm saber-art; the pair that ascend and fuse, the golden sun and the blue moon, the fury of the crashing thunder. There is no magic, no battle qi, nor any martial arts in this land. However, there are martial spirits. Ten thousand years have passed since the founding of the Tang Sect on the Douluo continent, and it has declined. A new, proud generation of heaven’s chosen has been born. Can the new generation of Shrek’s Seven Devils rally the Tang Sect and once more compose the song of the Unrivaled Tang Sect?

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!”