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Gaming Empire System

Wallace transmigrated to a normal magical world. However, the world is not dominated by Mages, Knights, etc. but by the human Nobles. Normally, nobles are only adept at political and social studies, but in this world, Nobles have magical powers too, called personal dungeons. To protect their lands and people from magical radiation to live a normal life, the Nobles feed their dungeons with mana users like knights, mages, or magical crystals to clear the radiation—it was an ultimate power that even Mages, Knights, and other Mana users also relied on. However, a threat came from a lady seeking revenge on the bloodline of his ancestor. If she isn't amused by his dungeon, she would make Wallace's soul go through endless years of suffering. Fortunately, he too happened to have this power as well, and it was much different from normal Nobles because his dungeons are Gaming Dungeons! However, will this be enough to save himself from this unknown vengeful lady? Ding! Gaming Empire System activated! Note: this novel is inspired by Black tech internet cafe system. Please support me with powerstones and ticket.

Notorious_911 · Games
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128 Chs

Going back

After Wallace said those important words about the mysterious futuristic bracelet that might give them the powers of Mana Users, something in the air changed.

Not just in the air, but the people and his voice on them too.

Wallace's voice became even more impactful on each soldier, and his commands became absolute.

It's like they found a sense of purpose in their existence, so as he commanded them earlier, everyone sprang into action immediately, moving so fast that their actions became a blur as they collected the cores from the dead assassin bugs.

In the midst of their flurry, Wallace could almost see their lips moving silently, repeating the words, "I'll be a Mana user... I'll be a Mana user," as they carefully took out the valuable cores from the lifeless bodies.

"Am I underestimating my dungeons and Mana Users too much?" Wallace thought as he suddenly recalled the notion of how much gold means to a beggar.