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Jidenna stared at the harem villain's unconscious body under his feet and the 13 knocked out beauties scattered around him.

He looked at the sky and sighed, "Can't I have a break"


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After being betrayed and killed by the one closest to him Jidenna, an ancient god woke up in a rental apartment with no memory of who he was.

His only clue was the acceptance letter on his laptop to a university across the continent and the insight that accompanied him: he could know the use of an object with a touch.

But before he could fully adjust to his new reality he was poisoned.

Dragging himself from the gate of hades he went on a spree of revenge and afterwards set off to another land for schooling.

Thinking to himself that the action was over but he began to notice strange things ever since he entered Pǔshì University

His roommate wanted to siphon his luck.

His seatmate was a trouble magnet and a harbinger of disaster.

The random elderly man wanted to steal his girl and make her his 108th concubine.

As if that wasn't enough action already the world ended gods and monsters tore open the sky bringing forth a new era of chaos.

Bursting with anger, Jidenna rubbed them all in the sand and stuffed grass in their mouths.

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After Becoming A Mortal I Made Both Heros And Villains Eat Grass

"Mo Renze's brows furrowed deeper.

'I really don't know what you're talking about, Jidenna.

You woke me up by 5 o'clock in the morning to interrogate me about something I have no idea about.'

'So you're sleepwalking now, or you're saying my mind is faulty?'

'Then you're… saying mine is. I'm the person? If I really stood at the foot of your bed telling you to run, I should know or at least remember—oh god, Jidenna, can we not this morning? Aren't you supposed to be going for your lectures, Jidenna?'

Jidenna threw his plans up in the air, then pointed at his elbow.

'Then how do you think you got that nasty bruise, huh?'

'The one on your elbow, of course.'

'No, that one—the other,' Jidenna directed.

And then Mo Renze froze, his eyes wide in disbelief. His elbow spotted a nasty black-blue bruise.

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