I Quit Being The Villain - Chapter 156 New Height

The father is kind, the son is filial, the two fools;

Ten thousand years green hat is an egg.

Two-knife flow dragon Varian;

The Endless Ship King Jaina.

Maybe you don’t believe it, in fact, the above black mold turtles are all McDonald’s prodigals.

The days of a prodigal family are so boring and boring, life is always something to pursue, when the road to the god of law opens up in front…

and many more! Who told me that the talent is 1 point of [Brightness], and then all points of [Charge], [Rage], and [Titan’s Grip]?

And… who put the sand sculpture player in! ?

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Everyone must have a few regrets in their lives, and for Mykel regret was publishing this novel on the internet. Because of this failed novel he wrote, made his career down the hill as an author. Thanks to this novel, he lost his passion and he lost everything that he had.

"I wish I can destroy this novel so that nobody will be able to see it or remember it anymore," Mykel said.

That was what he wished for, and for some reason, he went inside that novel of his and as himself in the story that didn't suppose to exist?

Mykel smirked and grinned as he looked at the system.

[You are the creator of this world, you will have the access to the command system. You are free to do anything as long as it is listed in the command system]
[Please enjoy and have fun]

"Heh, then I will turn this world upside down," Mykel said as he glared at the notification in front of him.

The mid-level boss of my company’s AAA-game.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…