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I Help A NPC Become The Legendary Witch

When Liao Zixuan woke up, he learned that he had been transmigrated into the game, Fallen God. As he didn’t want to embarrass the Trasmigrator Army, he was ready to work hard to become a legendary boss. However, things changed when the small girl was shocked by his sudden appearance. She studied Liao Zixuan for a while before warily reaching out her skinny hand to touch his head, not of a human but a wolf instead. Liao Zixuan did not get transmigrated as a human but became a Summoned Beast known as a Dark Flame Wolf. That was just a minor problem for him, who was known as the top sparring partner back in his world. Many years had passed since then, and the game was introduced to a mysterious Night Empress that terrified the kingdoms. She also went by the name of Witch of Destruction, Holy Saintess of Elements, and Commander of the Abyss Fort. Outside of the game, she was seen by the players as a legendary character who was seen in every corner of the main storyline, a lady who was the dream of every male player. What no one knew was that behind the Night Empress was Liao Zixuan, who tended his farm happily. He looked at the Night Empress, who used to be a small skinny girl, then at the giant cabbages on his farm and grinned. Look! Both of these are the results of my hard work!

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We Were Like Abandoned Orphans Until She Appeared (Part 1)

"Wha... What the hell is this?"

When the lackey came back to his senses, he did not have much health left. It was almost empty. He was so scared that he quickly jumped out of the stream.

The other teammates, including the big mutt, were about to follow him, but they stopped abruptly.

[Ding! You have received continuous damage due to contact with the " Cursed Stream ", losing 7% of your maximum HP per second.]

When that lackey shared the battle log panel of the system into their party's in-game chat, the big mutt and the others fell silent again.

F * ck!

Even if it stuck to the skin, it would lose blood. Was there even a need to think about whether it could be drunk? Was it because he didn't want to die fast enough?

Then, he looked at the plants growing by the stream.