NBA: No. 1 Forward - Chapter 16: University of Oklahoma Clippers

In the back of the forest lives Allen, the antisocial wizard. He is feared by the people around him and called the “Demon Lord”.One day, while living out his life as a hermit, he finds a young girl named Charlotte who collapsed. Although innocent, she was accused of evil wrongdoings, had her engagement broken and was forced to flee her country.Upon hearing that, Allen recalled the bitter experience of being betrayed by a party he once believed to be his companions. Hearing the story of the 17 year old’s exploitation, Allen decides, “I’ll let her live in my mansion, and I’ll teach her all sorts of bad things…”

[Relaxed, humorous, semi-daily]

Ye Tianyi traversed the body of a scumbag, and at the same time opened an infinite system. The infinite system randomly opened a different new system every time and received a heavenly reward.

“Ding…Congratulations to the host for opening the [Oshen System].”

“Ding…Congratulations to the host for opening the [Slacker System].”

“Ding…Congratulations to the host for turning on the [Prediction System].”

“Ding…Congratulations to the host for opening the [Goddess Search System].”

“Ding……”

“…”

A life of an evildoer, a legendary story, does not shock the world with force, but seeks to stir the world.

Ye Tianyi: “I used to be a good person until…”

(A book that can read all the systems…a book that allows you to learn how to speak…)

- Description from MTL

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.