All-rounder Artist - Chapter 1532 - 1242: Fake Music Competition, Real Dance Competition

Jian Tian transmigrated into a Mary Sue school novel and became the cannon fodder female supporting character.Although she is cannon fodder, her entire family is full of villains.The villainous eldest brother opposes the male lead and leads the company to bankruptcy.The villainous second brother opposes the female lead and ends up with crippled legs.The villainous third brother is a love-struck fool and ends up on the streets.And she has it worse, being implicated and sent to prison.Why should she be the only cannon fodder in a family of villains? She wants to turn the tables! She wants to rise!However, just as she ignites her fighting spirit, she discovers she’s bound to a system that will obliterate her soul if she doesn't slack off.Jian Tian: “...”Lies down.And she even persuades her whole family to slack off collectively.Seeing the eldest brother working overtime at the company: “Stop working overtime; after all, the company won't be yours in the end! Trust me, first lose 1 billion!”Seeing the second brother busy with his medical career: “Don't work too hard, after all, you're ultimately making wedding dresses for others. Why not research a cure for crippled legs instead?”Seeing the third brother running errands for the female lead: “Isn't being a happy bachelor nice? Why must you suffer for love? Wake up, licking the boots will get you nothing in the end!”The three brothers of the Ji family: “...”Has our little sister gone crazy?Later, after experiencing the joy of slacking, the three brothers: “Hmm, this is nice...”However...We agreed to slack off together, so how did you quietly become a top boss?!Jian Tian awkwardly scratches her head: “There’s too much development in my field; I can't help it.”And the dark villain lurking in the shadows, aggressively wrapping his arms around her waist: “Hmm? How about including me too?”Jian Tian: “...”Don’t come near me!

Writing, drawing, and occasionally pretending to be a master of calligraphy, fooling people into paying customers with a lot of money…

This is Lin Zhishui’s light and comfortable little days.

However, he didn’t know that the guests of his calligraphy and painting shop who loved the ancient style and traditional culture were actually strange people who practiced in the world.

The guests never thought that the most mysterious and unpredictable figure in the cultivation world was just a mortal who liked to play dumb puzzles?

so-called-

Cross-server communication is barrier-free, and you can rely on your brain for guidance!

After many years, Lin Zhishui finally understood the truth. Looking at the brush that had accompanied him for many years, the corners of his mouth twitched:

“This is poisonous!”

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[ps: When you are bored, you can look at the other two works by author Jun, “I heard that I am super fierce after my death” and “The Strongest Internet God”, which are relatively short, light spray, orz]

- Description from novelbuddy

Buried alive. Forgotten by the world. Cursed to refine death itself.Rin Xie clawed his way out of his own grave with nothing but broken nails, shattered bones, and a core pulsing with rot. In a world where the heavens punish the wicked with celestial fire, where death cultivators are hunted like beasts, Rin awakens with a forbidden path—one that feeds on pain, suffering, and the ashes of the dead.He cannot heal. He cannot forget. But every wound, every betrayal, every death he witnesses becomes fuel for his ascension.Under a crimson eclipse, he walks through battlefields where spirits still scream. In deserts of bone, he consumes lotus flowers blooming from despair. He learns techniques the heavens sealed away in fear—Soul Wither Pulse, Requiem Bloom, Grief Reclamation.But the deeper he dives into death, the less human he becomes.He no longer cries for the fallen.He no longer prays for peace.He begins to wonder—what kind of death should he become?In a world where power devours morality, Rin Xie will either become the end of all things...Or something worse.