Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest - Chapter 1563: The End Of The Wicked Cursed Sorcerer

Heartbreak was the worst thing Kanata thought he’d face this week. He was wrong.When the world begins to rot and the dead rise, survival becomes the only thing that matters. Trapped in a school turned slaughterhouse, Kanata finds himself side by side with unexpected allies—his sharp-tongued childhood friend, a fierce upperclassman with a blade, and a dangerously calm teacher with a mysterious past.With betrayal still fresh and the world falling apart, Kanata isn’t looking to be a hero. He just wants to stay alive.But in the apocalypse… staying alive is the hardest part.

In the ‘90s era, Adrian Cowell was just a rich young man living it up in Los Angeles who had spent years in indulgence and often caused trouble. Unable to allow his behavior to continue, his parents changed their will before their passing and he was no longer able to live as extravagantly as he did before. However, Adrian's fate took a turn one night while trying to fix his bedside lamp which led to Zhang Haoxuan, a man from the future who had time-traveled after being intoxicated, to possess his body.Assuming his new identity as ‘Adrian’, he utilizes his absurd memory for films in his former life as Zhang Haoxuan, as well as Adrian’s wealth and connections, to replicate films that have been produced in the future — determined to dominate the Hollywood scene.Watch Adrian as he rises to be the king of Hollywood, a figure who will be envied by many!

I, Lu Li. had an agreement with the system; once the plot was completed, I could go home, but the system played me dirty.

Demanding another round, claiming the plot had gone awry.

Let’s perish together, scumbag system.

You’ll never see me endure such humiliation again.

Sadly, I didn’t die.

Filled with rage, since you won’t let me die, then I’ll make those who once shamed me, hurt me, and betrayed me in haste, pay the price.

The protagonist is not humble, not clinging…

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.