When I woke up, I was dressed as the Water Goddess Funina and settled in "Douluo Dalu".
Good news: No more work.
Bad news: I have to take up my post again in this world where soul masters are the most respected.
There is no martial spirit, no soul power, just a throne that has been empty for five hundred years, and a lonely script that makes me want to cry.
Looking at this world where the soul master is respected and the weak eat the strong, my social animal soul is roaring: "The script is wrong! I want to go back and submit the PPT!"
Until that day, I suddenly discovered that my soul power might be different from theirs...
"Friend, you and your Poseidon seem... To be within my authority."
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