MTL - Immortality: My Spell Upgrades Infinitely - Chapter 219 300 miles of dirty mountains, Qilin Cave

After transmigrating into a harem novel, Lin Xiao became the villainous Eldest Senior Brother of the Azure Mist Sect.By following the original storyline and being a pesky villain, he could eventually attain his reward of becoming immortal.Having no other choice, he carried out his duty as a villain conscientiously. He would tease Fourth Junior Sister, steal Third Junior Sister’s clothes and spike Second Junior Sister’s drink.Finally, the day when Ye Chen, the male protagonist, joined the sect came.Lin Xiao was exhilarated. According to the original plot, he would attempt to Ye Chen, be caught by his Junior Sisters, and be humiliated by Ye Chen.Yet, to Lin Xiao’s surprise…“Big Brother is too kind. The poison he has prepared is such a child's play. Let me show him how it’s done.” Second Junior Sister said.“Kill Ye Chen! Kidnap Eldest Senior Brother! He is mine!” Third Junior Sister declared.“Kill everyone! Let’s create a world with only Eldest Senior Brother in it!” Fourth Junior Sister exclaimed.“My sweet disciple, he’s so cute even when he tries to poison someone furtively.” His beautiful master swooned.Lin Xiao screamed internally, “Read the scripts, all of you! I’m the one who is supposed to be killed!”

[I was reincarnated as an F-class Hunter.

…it’s a problem because they don’t treat me that way.]

Gods choose those with natural talent; demons choose those who never give up.My name is Dylan Chen, a person chosen by the demons. Of course, you can also call me “Ghost Guest.” On the road of reincarnation, just mention my name, and the guards of the netherworld will make way for you.That day, I asked the heavens three questions, and the celestial beings and Buddhas remained silent. Then I knew there was no longer a place for me in this world. Therefore, I have no choice but to kill them all!Better to live a complete life as a mortal than to be an immortal for eons! This immortality, I shall not pursue!

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!”