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I Have My Own System: The Lovely Ruler

Autor: BrokenEnd
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Leia o romance I Have My Own System: The Lovely Ruler escrito pelo autor BrokenEnd publicado no WebNovel. A programmer who had died without realizing it suddenly woke up in a different body named Kaeso. From his new body, he acquired foreign memories. Based on these memories, he was able to adapt quickly,...

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A programmer who had died without realizing it suddenly woke up in a different body named Kaeso. From his new body, he acquired foreign memories. Based on these memories, he was able to adapt quickly, and then the Ruler's System, which took the form of a bracelet, connected with him. The Ruler's System was an artifact belonging to absolute entities. The artifact was believed to have been stolen by someone. The saints of the Sacred World Federation received orders from each absolute entity to summon heroes. The summoned heroes would later become tools to hunt down the thief and return the lost artifact. This caused the whole world to be in chaos, because the heroes were very powerful, so every country they visited would certainly obey the order to check the identities of the residents. Because of the mass activities that kept everyone busy, many jobs were neglected, causing the economy to become unstable. The three major countries that were the core power of the Nozica continent chose to unite their forces to fight against the heroes, which was tantamount to declaring hostility towards the Sacred World Federation. Kaeso was not someone with a heroic spirit, even those who were called heroes acted otherwise. Due to his decision to hide the fact that he was the one who possessed the sought-after artifact, war broke out. He didn't want to feel guilty, besides, the Ruler's System that he called Lily gave him a mission to prevent the war from happening, so he finally took action after hiding himself from the world for too long.

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