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Gaming Empire System

Wallace transmigrated to a normal magical world. However, the world is not dominated by Mages, Knights, etc. but by the human Nobles. Normally, nobles are only adept at political and social studies, but in this world, Nobles have magical powers too, called personal dungeons. To protect their lands and people from magical radiation to live a normal life, the Nobles feed their dungeons with mana users like knights, mages, or magical crystals to clear the radiation—it was an ultimate power that even Mages, Knights, and other Mana users also relied on. However, a threat came from a lady seeking revenge on the bloodline of his ancestor. If she isn't amused by his dungeon, she would make Wallace's soul go through endless years of suffering. Fortunately, he too happened to have this power as well, and it was much different from normal Nobles because his dungeons are Gaming Dungeons! However, will this be enough to save himself from this unknown vengeful lady? Ding! Gaming Empire System activated! Note: this novel is inspired by Black tech internet cafe system. Please support me with powerstones and ticket. Starting from June 1. I will upload 3-5 chapters daily so good luck, I hope you all like it.

Notorious_911 · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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Beggar's resolution

Wallace's eyes were glued to the constantly updating chat box, his gaze felt like it cannot be changed.

Even if nothing seemed to be happening, he felt compelled to keep watching, convinced that at any moment something might appear.

However, if nothing appeared then he would just remember their names.

He will hold some grudges against them.

In the future, he will punish them.

Scrolling through the endless stream of praise and admiration, Wallace couldn't help but sense an underlying lack of sincerity in the useless praises.

[ Townspeople 1: Long live our beloved Baron!

[ Townspeople 2: Long live our beloved Baron!

[ Townspeople 3: Long live our beloved Baron!

[ Townspeople 4: We love you Baron, we love you!

[ Townspeople 5: … ]

Seeing the repeated praises, he felt a little empty, the more they praised him the more angrier he felt.