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
Handle the Ruvoid Avatars
Time seemed to stop ticking, and energy fluctuations became momentarily restrained. Number Four smirked and used her trump card to stop the time for three seconds.
In the divine class battle, every second could be the determining factor for victory or defeat. That was far more than enough for Number Four to kill Doll One in one swift move.
*Stab*
As time ticked and the flow of energy through the world returned, Doll One looked at her chest. Number Four had broken her shackles, and she was stabbed through the back.
"Guh!" Doll One couldn't access her powers. Moving her own limbs became extremely painful. Had her opponent executed her? She let her guard down and lost?
"Are you going to kill me?" Doll One glanced back and smiled faintly as she would not give in so easily, even though her opponent would devour her.