Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination
Ali Avery was a successful young man adored by everyone. But things were not as they were shown to the life. Shunned and betrayed by his peers... He was hiding among happy facades. Everything changed for him on one fateful night when he awoke in a dangerous new world with a completely different body, and his guardian angel was also there to accompany him. A world where the impossible was possible while the imaginations were the reality of the dreamer. 'Am I a Goddess? I'm just a little different.' 'My imagination can become real magic, but isn't this energy point a bit too much?' Stranded in the new environment, new life, new strength, and new possibilities... How would he/she survive? --- Sequel: My Goddess is Good at Pretending
Hated by His Own Race
The Evil God's cold and heartless response provoked anger from Dylan, Doominick, Sylvia, and the devil elites.
"You don't deserve to be our Devil Race's God. Death to you, God damn it. Blast of Death!" Doominick immediately launched a formidable attack, rage already engulfing him.
Xero just stared at the Dark Magic that came to him. He didn't dodge or blink at all.
*Bang!*
A blast of corrosive energy struck him, but it didn't have any effect other than a hint of vapor.
More than 200 devils stared at the sight of Devil Emperor Doominick's deadly attack causing no damage to the Evil God. Xero didn't need to evade because he didn't consider it a danger.
Then, he brushed his hands to get rid of the black steam as it would reducing his extraordinary appearance. "Don't cast Dark Magic at me, mortal. I was there when it was created."