Death… And Me - Chapter 4009: Return

Xia Zhiyi just opened the door and was sent directly to another world.
Besides her, there are other people here, even her ex-girlfriend Jing Ruyu who just broke up.
Then a mysterious voice fell in their ears——
【Are you regretting your choice?
【Do you feel pain because you can’t control your body?
【Have you seen death and feel unwilling because life is short?
[It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, this is the ‘new world’, the new life you are looking for is here, and it is waiting for you not far ahead!
[Lucky ones who have been selected, you only need to complete the task and live until the end, and you will be able to welcome your new life! 】
At the end, I added two sentences.
[Don’t die, you will never have another chance if you die.
[Treasure life is everyone’s responsibility, I wish you all the best, hee hee. 】
Everyone was horrified, but Xia Zhiyi was different.
“This voice,” she turned her head to look at Jing Ruyu, and commented objectively, “It’s so yin and yang.”
Jing Ruyu: “?”
What is your focus here? ?
After everything that happened after that, Xia Zhiyi realized that this “new world” was not only yin and yang, but also a game of death.
Facing the monsters and ghosts in the dungeon, in order to survive, she decided not to be a human!
Later, she discovered that her ex-girlfriend Jing Ruyu had a secret.
An unknown and unspeakable secret.

[Eating guide for this article]
○ Sand Sculpture｜Raising Cubs｜Not a particularly scary infinite stream
○ The private setting is like a mountain, it is purely made up｜Logic serves the plot｜It’s just a story, don’t force it if you don’t like it
○ Scarf: @咕咕Is it too hot to pass out today?

Content tags: supernatural, supernatural, special liking, infinite stream, cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Xia Zhiyi, Jing Ruyu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

[You can now choose three of the following seven options
1. Go back to five years ago with the present memory
2. Five centimeters taller
3. Seven million deposits
4. Appearance +50 points
5. A company with a market capitalization of 500 million
6. Proficient in a foreign language
7. Teaser live broadcast 10 million virtual coins]

Li Ang became angry after finishing the selection: choose every day, choose, choose, you will give it after the selection!
…
Fuck, it’s really shipped!

- Description from novelbuddy

This novel is also known as Deep Ocean Survival: A Submarine From The Start

The whole people traveled through, and everyone was trapped in the ocean abyss two thousand meters below the alien ice layer!

There is only one basic pioneer ship at the start!

Food, oxygen, water pressure…
Unpredictable seabed turbulence…
The powerful and terrifying Abyss Siren…
Evil and mysterious parasitic flora…

With all kinds of potential threats that follow everywhere, this road to survival is doomed to be extremely difficult!

However, when everyone was desperate for the hardships of survival, Meng Lei was calm and composed.

Because he found that he could actually see the system prompt!

“At a distance of 500 meters, a shipwreck of an alien pioneer was found, and the supplies inside are enough to make you rich!”

“At a distance of 1200 meters, I found a doomsday worm, rush up and kill it, and you will become the brightest cub wandering in the dark abyss!”

“The distance is 4,500 meters, and the ruins of an alien civilization are found. The danger level is SSS! Why are you standing still, turn around and run!”

- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”