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Reborn in a Trash Novel: Being a Slacker Makes Me Infinitely Stronger!

Daniel transmigrated into a trash novel and became the first antagonist, Owen. Owen, despite being powerful and incredibly talented, was unfortunately a simp for the female lead and ended up with his soul annihilated. But Daniel is not going to let that happen! [Ding, congratulations to the host for awakening the Slacker System!] [As long as you do nothing and remain completely lazy, you can receive unlimited rewards!] I, Daniel, despise simps! Anyone who wants to be one can do so, but I will just be a slacker! [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier weapon — Celestial Staff!] [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier armor set — Angel Set!] [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier skill — Supreme Fusion!] Perfect, let's continue slacking off! [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier skill — Celestial Gardening!] [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier scroll — Modern Industry!] [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier book — Modern Medicine!] Wait, why the fuck are all these about? [Ding, congratulations to the host for reaching sage-tier level 9!] Very well, from now on, let me fix the plot of this novel. The story is just beginning!

Cancer_Reo · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
86 Chs

Chapter66-War Machine?

"I think these two forces won't give up easily," Catalina pondered for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "Rosewood deals in arms, making a fortune from war. They hold significant influence. No offense, but while House Rosewood may not be as all-encompassing as Golden Chrysanthemum, they have perfected the arms trade to its utmost. They might not be intimidated by the Golden Chrysanthemum's reputation. 

As for Duke Frans, there's no need to say more.

His land purchases are still a mystery, but he doesn't need the Golden Chrysanthemum to carry out his plans.

Both factions are determined to achieve their goals, which could be troublesome." 

Saying this, Catalina turned to Owen and continued, "Owen, do you have any good ideas?" 

"There's a way, but I wouldn't say it's either good or bad," Owen let out a long breath, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.