MTL - Pirates Make Memes: Get Eight Magic Skills at the Beginning - Chapter 158

Nero was an orphan boy who one day went to sleep like any other day in his apartment. However, what he did not know that the moment he slept, it would be his last day of life...Or at least that was how it should be.Nero's soul wandered between the worlds and ended up entering the body of a girl who was trapped in a human mutation laboratory. While the girl's soul was still alive, he hibernated inside her body.After so many tortures, the girl named “Zero” in the laboratory died. But, it didn't end there, when the girl died, something very strange happened, something took control of the girl's body and that same thing escaped the laboratory.It was when Nero what that was hibernating in the girl's body woke up and realized was completely naked. In addition, he realized that he turned her into a beautiful winged woman with white hair and some pink strands.

After the nuclear warfare, massacres started to spread throughout the entire world. The order between humans completely collapses, and the strong eats while the weak gets eaten becomes the #1 rule.

In a world where everyone has a system, Liang Yu, who had lost his previous system, finally received a second one. This time, he was playing the second male lead instead of a cannon fodder.

He has one mission.

Bend the male lead.

Liang Yu: I can do this task just fine. But Lord God, please don’t drop the novel again.

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.