Speed Is King - Chapter 226 Universal Treasure Number Two

One of the seven strongest people on the continent, the King of Mercenaries. He started a war to avenge his fallen family and destroyed territory but failed and lost his life. However… “Wow, I’m alive?” I returned to the past, back through time. A perfect opportunity to right my regrets and reverse everything. It doesn’t matter if people around me point fingers, calling me a scoundrel, or dismiss me as tr*sh. Because… “I’ve got a plan.” “What plan?” “A plan to destroy everything.” There won’t be a second failure. This time, I’ll wipe out all my enemies. …But first, I need to rebuild this damn estate.

[Naruto + System + Blackening + Cool Text]

Fengxu travels through the Naruto world and becomes Naruto’s suppressed blackened personality.

After experiencing all Naruto’s experience, he can’t repay grievances with kindness, let alone forgive!

Since the main personality has nothing to do, then his sub-personality is in charge of everything!

Bullied Naruto’s kill! Framed Naruto’s kill! Want to master Naruto’s kill!

At the same time, Feng Xu continued to weave a web to eat away at Naruto.

“Naruto, do you know the difference between a king and a mount?”

“Naruto, all the suffering in this world is caused by the lack of ability of the person concerned.”

“Naruto, you can’t protect anything, you just kill everyone.”

“So, give your body to the stronger me.”  …

- Description from novelbuddy

[Host, host, I am the System, I can help you conquer the world and the witches with various personalities.]Xi Mu: Hmm... Isn't this an action game? When do we start slashing?[Right... This is an action game, but I suggest that the host also try to seduce the witches along the way, there are generous rewards.]Xi Mu: What rewards?[Of course, the perfect romantic experience!]Xi Mu: No need, I've already played through the romance plotlines. Now I just want to go on a rampage and speedrun the game.][...]

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