Young Noble Be Monster Slaying - Chapter 829: Get in Line

Earth has changed and with it so has humanity.Follow Miwen as he makes use of his Gift, Gacha Kingdom Building.

Alex used to be a person with an incomplete soul and died at the age of 20 without being able to cultivate.

Mysteriously, he once again woke up in a different world, in the body of a young man with the same name, facial features, and even soul.

Yes, the other half of Alex's soul was actually born as this young man but since this young man's soul was also incomplete, just like Alex, he also couldn't practice martial arts.

After both incomplete souls fused together, a System suddenly appeared and Alex could feel a kind of connection with this system as if he himself was the creator of this system.

The System grants him the ability to see everyone's attributes and duplicate them.

Follow Alex's journey to the peak of martial arts as he'll overturn both heaven and earth and will even try to Replicate the Heavens.

Finding a strange orb, Jayden finds himself turning into a vampire. Strange quests start to appear in front of him, sending him to different worlds.

He finds himself playing different roles in different worlds, as he gets stronger and gets the most beautiful women from each world.

“ So, you want to save your son, impossible. The treason he committed can't be forgiven. ”

“ Please, *sob* I'm begging you. I'll do anything if you spare him. ”

Jayden looks at the breath-taking beauty kneeling in front of him, as a sly smile appears on his face.

“ Anything, you say. Then...”

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Using his mind control abilities, Jayden will become the richest, strongest vampire, and have lots of beautiful women in his harem.

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