I've Become the King of Villains in the Game - Chapter 889 - 570 "Sun Boy" (Long Chapter, Vote for Monthly Pass!)_4

The dimension storm has come, and there are a large number of different dimension fields in the earth.

Various immortal creatures such as immortals, Buddhas, demons, angels, and elves come to the earth. And those mysterious alien spheres have turned into copies of mobile games.

Others take the risk to take risks, but I am desperately playing games.

- Description from uukanshu

When the MOBA character template crossed into the MMORPG [foreign land] world, Mo Cheng felt that there was something wrong with the painting style of this world.

“Thinking of the king of dragon descendants with four wings and three heads, he flew into and out of Qingming with four wings, but was torn apart by me.”

“The demon king who rolled up the eternal night and devoured the light, killed with a sharp blade, and created spirits with power, was also bombarded by me with the supreme holy light.”

The giant dragon roared, the mountains and rivers shook, and the earth mourned. The holy light shines, expels darkness, and purifies the world.

Shadows, darkness, and villains trembled in front of Mo Cheng.

“Now, face me!”

“Face, justice!”

- Description from novelbuddy

Effort?Effort my ass!People born to be beasts of burden could never touch the lower limits of those chosen by the heavens no matter how hard they tried.Talent gap, background gap, appearance gap, luck gap...A single disparity could swallow all the struggles of the beasts of burden, and a combination of many made their lives unbearably tragic.Su Huai was filled with indignation over this.As a result, rebirth + system, fortune arrived suddenly.The chosen by the heavens? Kneel down, all of you.Let the dogs engage in romance; I just want to explode with rewards.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.