In The Supreme Fantasy World, Back In Time And Do Whatever You Want! - Chapter 95 - . System Upgrading?

Yun is a novice MMO player who equipped only unpopular skills labelled as garbage. However, soon after the official launch of the game, the NPCs stopped selling Recovery Potions. Everyone finally started to notice the importance of Support Magic and Items. And that spells trouble for Yun as well as all the other support-based players. They received orders for recovery potion from endless flood of players en masse, some more aggressive players even go as far as forcing the support players to be their personal craftsman. In order to prevent this from going out of hands, all the support players grouped together to form a community to keep things in order.

Starting from today, I am retired. But what should I be doing? I neither have the skills, nor the mind to do business, my only advantage is this pair of hands which have taken this world. What a headache…

Note: The usage of the term “retired” here doesn’t mean retiring from old age, work etc. It’s a specific term to refer to not involving oneself in the affairs of a certain society.

The protagonist is reborn in the world of the game he loved so much – [Dungeon Brave Souls]. However, he was reborn not as a hero who adventures with the heroine while flirting with her, but as a villain who steals the heroine and drives the world to extinction.

Why in the world should he be reborn as a villain who ruined his favorite game? The protagonist is in despair, but he still decides to live his second life freely, using his knowledge of the game. However, the reality is not as good as he expected. Events that should not have happened in the game, scenario changes happen one after another…!

The villainous character crushes both the demon king and the heroes. A heroic tale of evil supremacy!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”