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 Author's Note: What, JOJO? You're saying this kind of MMO doesn't exist? Think of it this way. It's because it's an imaginary setting that it doesn't matter what I do with the plot.
 Translator's Note: I've noted some Japanese yen to US dollar conversions in parenthesis. Tell me whether it helps or is in the way of your reading experience.
 100 yen = little less than 1 USD
 A golem's fist swings through the air.
 I had steeled myself for any attack, but their sluggish movements are slowly putting me to sleep. So slow—too slow. What is that supposed to be? Some kind of anime protagonist punch overflowing with hopes, dreams, and the power of friendship?
 I could run to the grocery, buy an apple, eat it, come back, and still make it back in time to parry the blow.
 What's with these half-assed movements? Am I being underestimated?
 "These are some stiff golems, yeah?"
 Voicing my discontent, I jumped lightly over the golem. Then, with a tenth of my full power, I thrust my heel down at the head. The stone statue crumpled like a flimsy sheet of paper, completely losing any resemblance to its original shape.
 …fra—fragile. Too fragile.
 A cardboard box would have won in a competition of durability.
 …is it just me, or is the ground a bit too brittle?
 "Owner. There's no need to hold back, you know? Could you make their movements more natural?"
 "……eh? Ah, eh…? Im—impossible… the—the golem was defeated in an instant? What just happened?"
 "…perhaps, were you not paying attention just now?"
 Once again, I took the golem's speed and strength into consideration.
 However, the owner's bewildered face tells a different story.
 Ah, I see. It's just me. It wasn't because the golems were too slow or too fragile, but because I was too fast and too strong. My concentration on the battlefield was so intense that it distorted my own perception of time.
 "I see… so that was the extents of their power."
 That golem was level 5. That means that the general novice adventurer is also level 5… and that in this world, it is a praiseworthy display of strength. On the contrary, I'm level 1000 and especially confident in terms of speed. As a result, their full speed appears as nothing but sluggish movements from my perspective.
 The in-game mechanics also worked similarly. If the difference in agility was too large, the lower level player would never land a blow even if the opponent stood in place. It's also a good expression of my fight with the golem.
 "This won't even serve for a warm up."
 I lightly smash apart two more golems with my feet.
 They give away with almost no resistance—as if I was slicing butter. I gain no sense of accomplishment from these short exchanges of blows.
 —ah, this… this isn't even a fight anymore.
 It's just a throwaway match with a predetermined winner. It's just a mock fight to flaunt the victor's power, and the only thing gained is an empty sensation like crushing a bug under your heel.
 Nevertheless, this is an evaluation, so I don't have much of a choice but to continue.
 Though I'm not too sure what he can evaluate from watching me rampage aimlessly, I proceeded to crush the remaining three golems.
 I pulled off a leisurely kick at the final golem. Even then, the golem was unable to dodge and fell to the ground lifelessly.
 Let me just take back what I said about this being my "first taste of battle" in advance. I have yet to experience "battle" in this body.
 "To-too fast… too strong… wha—what in the world are…"
 The bar owner trailed off in a shaky voice. His eyes were clouded in fear.
 This is bad. It seems we have a misunderstanding. Though I would rather not draw too much attention as I am now… well, what's done is done. I'll try to bear this in mind next time.
 "Ruphas-sama, you're overdoing it! The very standards of fighting are far lower than what they were 200 years ago! You'll give rise to fear if you don't restrain yourself!"
 Dina ran over and whispered heatedly.
 So now I know that the fighting standards have fallen over time.
 Shouldn't you tell me that earlier?
 "Ah, forgive me, Dina, It seems I might have lost my touch over the span of 200 years. I had misjudged my own capabilities."
 "Seriously, try to be a bit more careful next time, okay?"
 It seems that even exerting a tenth of my power is excessive. Next time, a forehead flick should be enough to deal with this kind of opponent. Ah, but I can't move my arms, so kicking is my only choice.
 …I guess I'll just have to move as slow as possible and kick as lightly as possible.
 At any rate, how mysterious.
 Normally, the world around me doesn't move at the speed of a slow motion film. However, the moment I engaged in combat, the world around me slowed to a crawl. Basically, I was able to smoothly transition between a normal field of perception into one more suited for battle. I might have been saved by… Ruphas' natural instincts.
 "So, what do you think? I should think it was a flawless performance, though."
 "Ye—yeah… that's right, you shouldn't have trouble with any requests. The request board is inside the tavern, so feel free to choose one to your liking."
 Having received the owner's approval, Dina and I returned to the bar to seek out the request board. However, after scanning over the available jobs, I found that all of them lacked a certain appeal. Frankly, I would prefer a task with a more generous reward over multiple smaller jobs. I want to get to Suvell as soon as I can. An escort request for a coach traveling from Yudaril to Suvell would be ideal. In that case, I would be able to earn some pocket money while heading over to Suvell. Although I alone could fly over in an instant, that would mean leaving Dina behind. With a carriage, I can easily bring Dina along with me… is what I initially thought, but—
 "There's nothing good here, huh?"
 "There isn't."
 Though there was an escorting request, the carriage was headed for Levatin instead. To say nothing of the fact that Levatin is in the opposite direction of Suvell. Unfortunately, we couldn't find any requests that fell under my expectations.
 "Ah, Ruphas-sama. What do you think of this one?"
 "Hm?"
 I glanced at the thin sheet that Dina held up to me.
 【Request・Cat Search】
 Difficulty: ☆☆
 Reward: 100 eru for every cat found
 Our household's 12 pet cats have run off somewhere.
 Please look for them!
 "1200 eru at best just for searching for 12 cats! What a bargain!"
 "Ah, well, it certainly is."
 1200 eru if the search goes well… it certainly is a bargain.
 Eru is the currency of this world and if I'm not mistaken, 1 eru is the equivalent to around 200 Japanese yen (2 USD). Basically, that means completing this job earns us a total of 240,000 yen (2,400 USD). Either the client is quite the cat lover, or they're wealthy nobles. In any case, they live a lavish lifestyle.
 On a side note, although that was the in-game conversion rate, the opposite might hold true in reality. It's obvious that between game currency and real money, the latter holds more value. In fact, you could obtain 10,000 eru worth of in-game equipment with 500 yen (5 USD). That would make real money more valuable by a long shot. The world is a cruel place.
 "Let's not. I'm not the best at searching. That is a job for a beastman."
 "The—then what about this one?"
 【request・orc subjugation】
 Difficulty: ☆☆☆☆
 Reward: 1500 eru
 Orcs have built a nest near the village and have been doing as they please.
 Please help.
 "Oh? That's a fairly profitable request there. How strange for no one to accept it."
 I say in approval of the job request held up by Dina. I would have exterminated the orcs even if there was no cash reward. These creatures have a 3 percent drop rate for [orc meat], an HP status enhancing item, after all.
 Orcs—otherwise known as "pork chops".
 When this was still a game, they existed solely so players could farm easy experience. Truly an existence worthy of their nickname.
 Especially for level capped players who hoped to catch hold of HP-up's, orc extermination was a daily routine. There were also players who camped at orc spawning locations. For these reasons, they became rare monsters. The average orc's lifespan was reduced to a measly couple of seconds.
 That's why it was impossible for them to lead a raid on a human village. They were butchered and looted the second they were born, let alone gathering to form a group. Orcs were mobs so pitiful that you start to sympathize with lines of code. For those orcs to move, gather, and attack people… this is a deeply moving moment for me.
 "It's because there's no profit."
 "What? Orc hunting is the embodiment of profit."
 "That might hold true for Ruphas-sama, but the times have changed. Nowadays, a single orc can match the strength of an experienced warrior. The extermination of a nest would be a job for the knight order. And even then, there are plenty of casualties. No one is willing to put their life on the line for a meager 1500 eru."
 "So the times change… back then, adventurers would line up to accept such a request. Not to mention quest rewards would never sink so low. I remember a similar request that paid 15,000 eru."
 The differences between game and reality drew a sigh from my lips.
 Orc hunting is nothing but a valueless burden on the denizens of this world. However, players from the game would be living the dream to receive a reward for killing orcs. It's like being told, "On top of receiving an all-you-can-eat coupon for prime grade steak, we'll pay you 30,000 yen (300 USD) for every additional slice you can stomach." You can't help but think it's too good to be true.
 "Basically… it's completely fine if I obliterate their nest, right?"
 "Of course."
 "Alright. Then let's accept this request. This will be our ticket to secure food and money before we embark on our journey."
 "Yaaaay, this time the orcs are going to go extinct for sure. Though it was my idea, I think I'm feeling a bit sorry for them now,"
 This is a chance to earn money, obtain meat, and raise my HP stat simultaneously. If I let such an opportunity flee from my grasp, then I'm unqualified as a competitive player. With the written request in hand, I told the bar owner of my plans and left the tavern behind.
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 "By the way, Dina."
 "Yes, what is it?"
 The village specified in the request is located half a day away on foot. While heading our way towards the destination, I decided to pass time by raising my doubts with Dina. There's a wide variety of differences between this world and my knowledge of the game. 200 years is by no means a short period of time after all.
 "You told me that the standards of combat have dropped from 200 years ago. I'd like to hear about that in a bit more detail."
 200 years ago—when this was a game, I was undoubtedly the strongest player. Listed at the top of all player rankings, I'm confident that there wasn't a single opponent that could overpower me. However, in no way did that mean I was unrivaled in strength. Believe it or not, there was no lack of players that could challenge my authority.
 The game had 8 million active players in total… and around 20 percent of them achieved level capped characters, which is the bottom line for being a competitive player. Naturally, it'll take a bit of effort to reach, but it's definitely not something a little perseverance can't accomplish. Then again, this alone isn't enough to be recognized as a top-ranking player. The real challenge comes after: efficiently collecting status enhancing items after becoming unable to level. Then, only a small portion of the retards who ruin their health playing the game are listed as top-ranking players.
 Now that I think of it… the usage of status enhancing items doesn't seem to be a common practice in this world. That would mean your growth would come to a halt at the level cap. But even then, that's no reason for standards to drop this far.
 The next few words that came out of Dina's mouth blew my mind.
 "Uuum, let's see… the country you mentioned earlier, Levatin, is also widely known as the "Nation of Swords" and… there's a sword saint famed as the greatest swordsman on the planet… he should be somewhere around level 120."
 "……120?"
 "Yes, 120."
 I doubted my own ears.
 Wait a moment, 120?
 The greatest swordsman on the planet is level 120!? What's with this absurdly low number? I'm surprised he can call himself a sword saint. He sounds like a cocky beginner who decided to honor himself with a "second name" because he happened to reach level 100. At least reach level 1000 before making a fool out of yourself.
 "You must be joking. There's a limit to how low it can be, you know?"
 "You see, Ruphas-sama. The strange ones were the people from that generation. Please think about it. You only have one life. The kind of monsters able to reach level 1000 without losing their lives usually don't exist. Not to mention that the only way to get there is by fighting day after day like a madman. To train without rest—it's barely enough to call it an act of madness… It was the heroes of that age who were actually crazy."
 I feel disoriented. But I understand.
 Indeed, level 1000 was only achievable because it was a game.
 You could simply resurrect after death. There were no consequences.
 It was possible because it was a game… but can we really say the same for reality?
 To be hunting monsters all day, everyday, and live through that nightmare for over a year. How many people on the planet can achieve such a feat? How many of those individuals still retain their sanity?
 With that in mind, even level 120 is an incredible accomplishment. The level of a lunatic on the verge of obsession.
 I was the one who was irregular.
 "I see… Indeed, it is considerably different from the world I knew."
 I am a lunatic and a monster in this world.
 Staring straight into the eyes of reality, an empty feeling enveloped my chest.
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 It was in the year 2800 of the Midgard calendar. Back then, there was a Overlord who once reigned supreme and had reached the very brink of subduing the world.
 Her name was Ruphas Mafahl, a great woman dreaded as the Black-Winged Overlord.
 She was too strong, too fast, and too beautiful…
 However, she was defeated by Heroes who opposed her ferocity, and her ambition was brought to an end.
 ――or so went the story of our protagonist’s in-game character, whose body he now possesses for some reason in a world 200 years after Ruphas’ downfall. Follow our protagonist as he becomes unnecessarily feared by his surroundings and unnecessarily worshiped by his former subordinates as he―or now she―cheerfully travels around this fantasy world.
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 Upon waking up, Zhang Xiaojian traveled to the high school period in a parallel world. 
 The spiritual energy of the world is revived, and the whole people practice. 
 Zhang Xiaojian awakened a C-level spirit beast [Pippi Shrimp] and became an ordinary sea master. However, when he activated a system: 
 “Ding, the health-preserving boxing practice was successful!” 
 “Ding, Kaishan Paoquan practiced successfully!” 
 “Ding, the artillery boxing practice was successful!” 
 “Ding……” 
 Zhang Xiaojian blasted out with a punch, the sea water in front of him was torn apart, left and right separated, a vacuum channel appeared out of thin air! 
 The terrifying force formed a spiritual shock wave, blasting a hundred-meter-long megalodon shark in heavy armor from a kilometer away into scum! 
 The seabed collapsed and the earth trembled. 
 The world seems to be destroyed!
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 Thousand-year-old families can be seen everywhere on this continent. Ancient inheritance not only brings honor, but also directly leads to the rigidity of the system. Bloodline is the cornerstone of ascending to high positions. 
 How can a descendant of a hunter ascend to a high position of power and be qualified to participate in this feast game? Is it the golden finger that has been castrated beyond recognition, or the limited knowledge of the future, or the intangible and invisible things? luck?
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 The universe changes, games and weirdness come to reality, monsters are rampant, secret realms, and dungeons. There are countless horrors, and the myriad races outside the Nine Provinces are eyeing them covetously. 
 This is an era of job transfer for all people. Only by becoming a professional, upgrading and becoming stronger can you participate in the great struggle in this world. 
 Cao Xiaochun, who traveled through time, awakened the only hidden profession on the day of job transfer: Gu Master. But this profession is recognized as the weakest profession in the world. 
 The strength is not as good as that of a warrior, the magic power is not as good as that of a mage, and the physical fitness is not as good as that of a priest. It is definitely a scumbag profession. 
 Fortunately, Cao Xiaochun awakened the God-level Gu Master system. With the assistance of the system, Cao Xiaochun has embarked on an invincible journey since then. 
 "Gu Master is obviously a powerful profession with high light and righteousness, so the name of the Demon Refining Heavenly Venerable given to me by the myriad races is all rumors!" 
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 When Cao Xiaochun swept everything with his Gu insects, the whole time and space trembled. 
 Gu Master is the weakest profession? Gods are all my Gu-making materials, okay?
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 A person who got up and traveled through became his own villain!
 Can you go home after agreeing with the plot?
 Don’t come here, you ladies!
 Persona!
 what happened?
 I just want to go home!
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 Reborn as a Gotham minion and strayed into an evil organization, his heart is bright but he is falling into darkness step by step. The whole world and even countless worlds are convincing the good guy Mason that it is obviously more promising to become a super villain in this era of disaster. 
 But Mason didn't think it was easy to convince himself, so let's do something simple. 
 How about we try to bring this dark and chaotic era back on track? 
 and also! 
 Batman and the heroes of the Justice League, when are you fucking going to do it? If I don't close the net, I will go undercover and become the evil boss! 
 PS: 
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 “Do you want to know about the same infinite gloves of Thanos?” 
 Just after watching the three premieres of the Women’s Federation, Luo Qing has completely changed his life because of this impulsive consumption. 
 …… 
 When Luo Qing, who inexplicably crossed into the world of Pirates, successfully inlaid a devil fruit on the golden infinite glove, he was completely confused! 
 What follows is a question of both happiness and distress! 
 It seems that there are 6 grooves on this glove… 
 So, which 6 kinds of Devil Fruits can be the strongest in theory? 
 Wait online! One hundred thousand hot! 
 Don’t force me to snap my fingers!
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 Zhang Ruo Chen was the sole male heir of one of the nine emperors of the Kunlun Field. Ruo Chen’s father was known to all as the “Enlightened Emperor”, however Ruo Chen didn’t just leech off his status as emperor’s son. He proved himself to be a dragon amongst men, possessing a heaven defying body, and managing to cultivate to Greater Perfection within the Yellow Horizon Realm, at just the young age of 16. 
 But even though he stood at the summit of the younger generation and had a boundless future, he sadly died at the treacherous hands of his own fiancee at a young age. 
 Reincarnated 800 years later in the body of a young boy who shares his name, he found out his former fiancee already unified Kunlun’s Field and built the First Central Empire, and was now known as Empress Chi Yao… Empress Chi Yao—Her Majesty governed the mortal world and enjoyed prestige in all directions as well as an eternal life. 
 Zhang Ruochen stood outside of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, looking at the statue of Empress Chi Yao, and the flames of hatred burned in his heart. “After I practice for 13 years, I shall send the empress to her doom!”
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 In a novel, who's the most pitiful exitance? One would say the Hero, others would say the Villain. Many would also say it's the mobs. But rarely would ever say it's the Second lead. However, Horas Spencer would beg to differ.
 An ordinary man before, he gets reborn into a 5-year-old body of the second main lead of a novel he wrote a long time ago. The only catch? He's not only the protagonist's brother but also the Second main lead. Now the only one who knows the truth of this new world he had been reborn in, Horas Spencer has one goal in mind - to make sure he interacts as little with the main story as possible.
 But to escape the fate of being the Second Main Lead is not easy and the challenges that Horas would have to face are many. Not to mention, find a way back to his real world where he had a decent life and family waiting for him. For that to happen, he would play various roles, even that of a Villain. Just as long as he could go home in one piece.
 However, the mystery of this new world might be tougher to crack than Horas first expected it to be. And the shadow of being the 'Second best' is not easy to overcome.
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 What is a genius? Capable of comprehending any battle skill regardless of the skill itself and sweeping away the bottlenecks while cultivating a new technique; this is a true genius! He Yiming was originally an ordinary youngster in the He family’s estate with not too extraordinary aptitude in learning martial arts.
 However, after a fortuitous encounter, this ordinary youngster became what people refer to as genius in a single leap. Possessing an aptitude for learning martial arts which would leave people in awe, regardless of whether it’s his clan’s Houtian Scripture of Five Phases or various Xiantian scriptures of legends. Regardless of whether it’s mental techniques or battle skills, he can comprehend them all in their entirety at a frightening speed. Martial God, with martial as its name, using the most simple and direct approach, thrives!
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 Resurrection of spiritual energy, the coming of the gods? 
 Disasters continue, and all lives suffer? 
 It has nothing to do with me, I am just a terminally ill patient who has been declared a countdown to sudden death and gave up treatment. 
 Taking the wreckage on the road of exorcism and killing immortals is not to protect the family and the country, but because the risk salary is too attractive, especially the pension… 
 “This evil art is condemned by heaven. Even if the early stage progresses smoothly, the final practitioner will surely die…” 
 “Give me a hit.” 
 “This magic sword has devoured the master, and has already taken ninety-nine lives…” 
 “Give me two, as well as those man-eating magic helmets, soul-devouring blood claws, and give me a whole set.” 
 “This medicine hurts the sky and…” 
 “Stop talking, wrap it up for me!” 
 But the question is, why do I dare to take on any high-risk task, step on all the thunder, do all the death, but still live and dance. 
 [Congratulations, congratulations, being named the first of the ten heroes who moved the world……] 
 “…God, it’s not that the average survival time of this line is three and a half years, three and a half years, and they are almost S-rank hunters, the first of the ten heroes, why haven’t they died. I I just want to make an honorable sacrifice and cheat some pensions. Is it so difficult?!
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 A suffering MC novel—the main character must be forced to suffer, be oppressed until they’re hovering between life and death, dying and living here and there. They can have a golden finger, but before getting it they must pay the price. They can also have beautiful women, but all are snake and scorpion beauties, able to look at but not eat.
 “Curse” is just that type of suffering MC novel. The main character Xi Wei, after being forced to experience numerous sufferings, had, at last, become the most powerful, at the same time linking together with the world’s qi and fate. After he was oppressed too miserably, he committed suicide and buried the entire world with him.
 Zeno transmigrated, in the end arriving at “Curse”.
 Zeno was adopted by the MC, finally becoming the number one person/wife.
 Zeno: Help, I don’t want to be destined to be raised by this perverse person!
 All living things (wipe away tears): You must rescue this world, ah.
 Xi Wei: Come over here.
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 With his eyes opened and closed, Qin Zhe found that he had passed through, crossing into a parallel world where spiritual energy was revived.
 Huh? There is actually a status bar and 100 initial potential points?
 and many more! I took a look at why all the physiques were added?
 Damn it!
 Looking at the three cultivation ways of immortality, demon, and war in front of him, Qin Zhe was desperate.
 He felt that he might have missed a perfect start…
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