Elixir Supplier - Chapter 883: Not Creative

It’s the era of Transmigration.

I wanted to possess a body of a rich young lady in a Rofan childcare novel, and live while receiving lots of love.

No. 1 to be avoided!

No. 1 in frustrating the reader!

I possessed someone inside an infinite return novel called: Return Until the World is Saved.

Forget being a young lady from a prominent family, I will soon be ruined because the survival difficulty of the original work is S-Class.

I became an extra. Ellet, the young daughter of a servant in the Count’s manor.

We are poor, but it’s a happy life between a kind brother and a good father.

I’ve got a best friend I’ve never made before because I was always busy.

Even the gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau are openly fond of me.

I’m living a life full of confidence.

On top of that, I accidentally bought the ‘After-Life Insurance’ full package just before my death.

I leveled up with the high-speed growth buff, and diligently destroyed the original plot.

Thanks to plenty of special privileges, I came to give satisfaction for all the frustrated readers of the original work.

“You wiped your face with your dirty hands.”

“…….”

“Don’t be surprised. It’s because I have an obligation to be kind.”

And then, there’s the protagonist who is still nothing more than a handsome push over, Thesilid.

‘Why is he being this crafty with me?’

Sherlock is a new generation Dungeon Lord whose ambition is to become the greatest Devil King and building up the greatest Dungeon in the Underworld.

He summons a group of other-worldly goblins who give themselves strange names, form cliques, engage in commerce, and even fight among themselves.

They call themselves—Gamers!

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Fate, a gatekeeper who had been working for the castle, is beset by a few burdens.

Three Souls lay in one body,

One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all.

And He lost it all.

The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world.

A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning.

He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release.

And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself.

And the Third?

The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead.

He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, Yet manipulated Space.

His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body.

His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos.

His enemies were greater than one could count.

His luck is worse than shit.

And Yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above.

He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny.