Starting an Anime Crossover Chat Group After Meeting Frieren

The flavor of Japanese comics is very strong. Classic good guys are not rewarded. The protagonist must be sacrificed to be a good guy in order to awaken.

Be the emperor! Build a dynasty that lasts for a thousand years! Be the emperor! Burn the evil aliens to death! Be the emperor! All heavens and all realms are your territory! It's a pity that the merchants and nobles who raped and sucked the bones of the civilian slave Qiao let them go. Yes, yes, the protagonist wanted to live an ordinary and warm life with Fulilian and the master for the 130 million gold coins, but! Don't even kill this!

The author writes very well, and the protagonist is also very good. But if it were me, ah, to be honest, my true thoughts, if I have a system, I might not care what the chat group thinks. I might have started killing right away, and kept killing, and kept killing, until I was invincible, and then I started to have fun.

Good book, but it's a pity that my writing style is mediocre. I can't describe the sorrow of the world. I can't write about the yearning that lingers in my bones. I can't read about the eternal melancholy. It's hard to write about the suffering of the world. The paper falls lightly. The light in my mood is dry. I have delusions and Li Bai. I drank heavily and crushed the white clouds into pieces, but I couldn't forget your presence. It's also my fault that I am short of words, I can't describe your beautiful features, describe the vicissitudes of the years, write passionate words, and express my lovesickness. Melancholy, the words written in the pen are meager and it is difficult to express the madness in my heart. The words are scattered, all of which are melancholy. I can only admire the moon alone, sighing at the waxing and waning of the weather, but the moonlight spreads through the window sill, and all that is reflected is your faraway appearance. , I once wanted to turn my thoughts into poems, and my lovesickness into music, but I found that a thousand words can't be worth a farewell, and all the elegance in this world can't be worth the ray of setting sun that fell into my eyes when you turned around.

What you write is okay, why don't you write anymore?

Come, the author reads with me my solemn oath: starting from today, I will never update. I will not watch dramas, travel, or get sick. I will play no games, no hydrology. Strict self-discipline, cherish time like gold, perseverance, hard work, advocating first-class, striving to create brilliance, taking pleasure in coding, steel can be tempered a hundred times, worthy of readers, worthy of youth, worthy of the future. As an author, I solemnly declare: I firmly believe that I am an excellent author. Coding is my bounden duty, I have unlimited potential and I am not afraid of hardship! I can code words diligently. I am a keyboard in the dark, a guard on the Great Wall of Internet. I voluntarily dedicate my life to code words, day by day, and night by night.

I think now that we have established a country, we should be able to create a barrier magic. This will give us a sense of security. My personal suggestion is 🤔

☝️🤓👍 ''Nobles'' and ''Church'' are both demons disguised The god is the devil in disguise, the real god must be Celie It is recommended to kill them all Re-educate the world

It's good to watch. Come on, the author!

Very good, well written