His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere - Chapter 13

With so many people in the entertainment industry, the most unpleasant thing for Ye Chen is the hypocrisy of Ren Jing. Ren Jing looks pleasing and upright but Ye Chen couldn’t listen to half a sentence he says.

Then one night, Ye Chen got drunk. When he woke up, there was a naked Ren Jing next to him.

Ye Chen: Son of a *****!

Ye Chen escaped resulting in an accident and dying. Then, the time was like in rewind and he saw himself sitting in his car a minute before he died. He heard a voice inside his head.

“Daily task: kiss Ren Jing and reward after completion; the survival point: 1.”

“Friendship Tip: If the survival point became zero, you will die.”

Ye Chen: ! ! !

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Reborn as a sword, he lived for hundreds of years, and then he occupied the body of a 15-year-old prince.

Mutations occurred around the whole world and soon, a demonic apocalypse befell.

In order to defend against demonic beings, humans swiftly entered a globalized digital age. Everyone would be able to choose between a fighting or a supporting job through awakening once they reached the age of 18. These people would get stronger by slaying demonic beings.

Lu Yan had awakened to the weakest job, a Necromancer. However, he had also received a Job Supporting System and was able to reawaken into a hidden job, Lord of the Death.

“Necromancers are so weak that they die in one hit!”

“Man, that dude’s luck is just the worst. He did get a fighting job, but it’s the weakest. What can he do? Summon a few skeletons?”

“Also, aren’t there only like a handful of Necromancers out there? There aren’t a lot of experience or resources for them to inherit. Their future seems bleak.”

“Forget Necromancers! I got the Holy Knight job! Your all-around king is here!”

Not long after that, Lu Yan appeared in a full set of Death Nether Armor while wielding the Death Soul Scythe and leading a 100 thousand-strong death army. With a single swing of his scythe, he split the mythical rank demonic beast in half.

“Necromancers are weak? What does that have to do with me, the Lord of the Death?”

She, a genius abandoned by her clan. He, a proud, pampered, two-faced imperial crown prince, a developing supreme ruler of the world. She, tricking him, disguised as a pig to eat a tiger, suppressing him, provoking him. Every time, after playing with him and stirring him up, she’d escape.