Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor - Chapter 1169 - : The return of the dead _1

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MC: I am a dragon? Cool!
Also, MC: Wait, most of the dragons died after centuries of being hunted for their expensive materials, and when beings called players descended with their powerful systems and immortality, they hunted down rest of them ... and I am the last one... I am fucked!!!
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Join our MC, a former player on his journey not to become a legendary rank item, in a world of the game that he used to play.
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Lu Miao: “I counted, you will die in three days.”

Gu Erye: “With your good words, I’ve lived enough.”

Turn around and find a dragon in the feng shui cemetery.

Lu Miao stretched out her hand, “Wait a minute, I am familiar with this business, and the fat and water will not flow into the field of outsiders.”

Three days and three days later, Gu Erye was in a hurry, “When will I die?”

Lu Miao, “Don’t worry, right now!”

Three months later, Gu Erye was alive and well, his face flushed and he squeezed people into the corner, “Miao Miao, you saved my life, you must be responsible to me.”

Lu Miao, a top metaphysicist, somehow transmigrated into a poor little boy who didn’t love his father or mother, and he even gave him a dying fiancé as a gift.

Her parents expected her to die, her brothers and sisters in the Gu family hated her, and everyone in the city was waiting to see her laugh.

Lu Miao has a talisman in her left hand and Feng Shui in her right hand, playing with Feng Shui.

Big shots from all walks of life came to the door one after another, “We are willing to pay ten times as much as the Gu family’s bride price.”

Brother and sister of the Gu family, “Get lost.”

Gu Erye, “Thank you for the invitation, I have received the certificate.”

- Description from novelbuddy

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

In the year 2030, Samsara Online, a 100% immersive VRMMORPG that allows players to bring their innate real-world skills to the virtual world, is launched and supported by the World Central Bank.