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Charm Points Maxed: My Enemies Became My Underlings

Alternate World Archangel
Lei Yuan transmigrated to an alternate world. The moment he opened his eyes, he faced the chaotic situation of a dragon invading a city. Just when he was about to run for his life, the dragon, which was still slaughtering people a second ago, flew to his side and rubbed against him like a dog. While he was dodging the dragon, he tripped on something and fell. He lowered his head and saw that the thing that tripped him was a sword charged with lightning. [Congratulations on acquiring a god-tier weapon, the Thunder Holy Sword.] Lei Yuan was befuddled. Suddenly, he saw his own attribute panel. His Charm and Luck were maxed out. As such, a cross that he randomly picked up was a god-tier treasure, the Resurrection Cross. The stone he picked up from the side of a road was an ore necessary for forging god-tier weapons. Even the fish he caught from the river was a divine pet that could devour everything and was highly sought after by the public. Lei Yuan had a bunch of treasures that others would not even dare dream of coming across. When he fought, he had nowhere to demonstrate his skills. While the others were going all out to exchange blows with the enemies, he did nothing and the enemies willingly admitted defeat. They even followed him and said that they wanted to be his underlings. Lei Yuan lamented, “It is lonely to be invincible.” With his Charm and Luck maxed out, the leader of the demons surrendered to him without him doing anything. The former even wanted to be his underling. From the once high and mighty god clan, angels actually acknowledged him as their master. Lei Yuan, who suddenly became the ruler of all races, was confused.
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