Ihadfinallydoneit—achievedtheultimatePaladinbuild.Maxedstats,impenetrablearmor,andsomanyresistancesthatdeathitselfhadgivenuponme.Iwasanunkillabletank,anindomitableforce.Nothingcouldstopme. AndthenmyPCexploded. Idied. Irony,thouartacruelmistress. Butinsteadoftheafterlife,IwokeupasmyPaladincharacter…inthewrongfreakinggenre.Insteadofcastlesanddungeons,therewerepeopleflyingaroundonswords,shootingqibeamslikefantasylaserguns. “Thisisdefinitelythewronggenre,”Imuttered,watchingapompousyoungmastersneeratme. “Kowtow,kissmyfoot,andbegforforgiveness!”hedeclared. Ilookedatmyimaginarymaxed-outhealthbar,thenathisflimsysilkrobes. Oh,thiswasgoingtobefun. CultivationHeavenHeavenlyTribulationImmortalsMagicProtagonistStrongfromtheStartTransmigrationTransportedintoaGameWorldXianxiaXuanhuan
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