Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later - Chapter 310 - Webweaving

“A Villain is just someone whom the Hero failed to save at the end.”[WSA ENTRY 2024]________________________'Huh, I recognize this window.' A boy muttered staring at the interface in front of him.After being shot to death because of helping an old man, a teenager is brought to life by the Goddess of the Void, Zephyra.He is given the choice to reincarnate and kill the hero after he annihilates the Ghouls in the world of the very novel he loves.Torn between the choice to transmigrate or follow the flow of life and death, the boy chooses to take his second chance at life along with the power that is granted as a gift to him by the Goddess.As he traverses the world in the new body of Amon Ashford - a character who was never supposed to exist and his past unknown-, he has to use his knowledge of the future to the best of his ability.Will he follow the Goddess's orders or will he carve his own path?

The horror game anchor Xiao Tangqiu crossed into a horror game.

He hadn’t yet cleared the instance when he met a man who was exactly like his childhood friend who had been dead for many years.

Where did this cold and powerful mysterious man come from? Why did the brutal killing games happen so frequently? Why did his teammates go crazy in the middle of the night? Who was the ultimate mastermind behind all of this… Was it a distortion of human nature or moral decay?

Please pay attention to the ‘Horror Game, Live Broadcast’ and follow the live broadcast of Anchor Xiao Tanqiu’s horror game.

- Description from novelupdates

Rod found himself in the invincible world of heroes, bound to the game system.

Killing, getting stronger, endless battles, blood and fire…

Let’s see if Rhode can seize his own opportunities and become the undead dharma god in the world.

- Description from MTL

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…