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After Becoming A Mortal I Made Both Heros And Villains Eat Grass

Jidenna stared at the harem villain's unconscious body under his feet and the 13 knocked out beauties scattered around him. He looked at the sky and sighed, "Can't I have a break" **** After being betrayed and killed by the one closest to him Jidenna, an ancient god woke up in a rental apartment with no memory of who he was. His only clue was the acceptance letter on his laptop to a university across the continent and the insight that accompanied him: he could know the use of an object with a touch. But before he could fully adjust to his new reality he was poisoned. Dragging himself from the gate of hades he went on a spree of revenge and afterwards set off to another land for schooling. Thinking to himself that the action was over but he began to notice strange things ever since he entered Pǔshì University His roommate wanted to siphon his luck. His seatmate was a trouble magnet and a harbinger of disaster. The random elderly man wanted to steal his girl and make her his 108th concubine. As if that wasn't enough action already the world ended gods and monsters tore open the sky bringing forth a new era of chaos. Bursting with anger, Jidenna rubbed them all in the sand and stuffed grass in their mouths. ——— Contact me on Instagram @Daoist_Starweaver

Daoist_Starweaver · Fantasy
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Don't Touch Me (2)

The sound came from the midst of the circle. 

Jidenna pushed and shoved people, 

Ignoring the curses and murmurs of dissatisfaction that arose from his actions Jidenna still pushed his way through the crowd. 

And very soon, he was at the front. 

 

Without waiting to know what happened, Jidenna inserted himself between the two groups of people having an intense standoff.

 

Blocking Song Jia, Jidenna's eyes darted around, looking for how to diffuse the situation. 

Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, the crowd parted, giving way for someone to pass through, his shoes thudding against the tiles. 

"Boss!" a brown-headed man cried out. 

With his hands stuffed in his pocket and an annoyed tick between his brows, he clicked his tongue in distaste and growled, "What's happening here?" 

**** 

Some minutes before.