MTL - She Really Hates - Chapter 12

50,000 years ago, Hell was destroyed because of too much Foul from the resentment of the souls that later turned to Soul Eaters and devoured everything in their wake, leaving nothing of Hell. The gods above in Heaven, in order to take care of the newly-died souls, created the Afterlife Department comprised of grim reapers.

Huo Ling was delivering food that day when he met Yi Bing and the guy gave him a warning. When he arrived to the customer's unit, he was killed.

Huo Ling: you set up a death flag for me!

Yi Bing: I'm a grim reaper. I'm the flag myself. Let me help you solve the mystery of your death.

Huo Ling: your sister!

Alternative title: The Different Ways I Died at 23

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Su Jie transmigrated to a world of xianxia. He did not have a spirit root and his martial arts talent was average. However, he discovered that he possessed the Spirit Imprint talent. As long as he placed his spirit imprint, be it plant or animal, they would become his clones!

When his clones trained, Su Jie himself would benefit. He could easily master a martial arts technique to completion or even the Immortal Martial Artist Plane that surpassed all limits!

[Demon Ape Vajra Punch]: By cultivating the Demon Ape Body of Vajra, his body was impenetrable and his strength was unparalleled. He could topple mountains with his Body of Vajra!

[Heavenly Silkworm]: The Heavenly Silkworm metamorphosed and broke out of its cocoon to become a butterfly. It transcended life and death, so it was undying and indestructible

[Demonic Prana of Dragons and Elephants]: After awakening the Demonic Prana, a divine martial arts technique, his power would be boundless. The sky changed color at his command and he could crush both the heavens and the earth.

Not only did Su Jie cultivate martial arts to an unprecedented plane, but even all his clones also became existences that were feared and adored by the world.

Demon Ape King, Lord of the Bohai Sea, the World Tree…all of them were his clones.

Su Jie declared, “You might still have a chance to survive if you defy the heavens. But you will never get a chance to live if you defy me.”

She thought she was dead but she woke up inside a novel – to an extra who will die a year later.Not wanting to die like this, Alexa decided to tame the male protagonist in the form of a dog. Two years from now, the male lead will return to his human form. In the meantime, she was thinking of leaving the Grand Duchy after receiving the right pay for doing them a favour.The problem is that when the male lead returns to his human form, he forgot all his memories.“You have to remember me, okay? There’s no point in looking so cute. Promise me!”She told him many times because she didn’t want to mistakenly die by the male lead’s hands, who became a villain.But,“You told me to remember, so I remembered everything. Alexa.”Ysildus unbuttoned his jacket.“If there’s no other way to return that favour then I have to pay it with my body.”A cute puppy that grew up into a weird wolf.Damn, what did I raise?

A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor.

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He lived an average, fulfilling life and died of old age. The next moment, he opened his eyes as the Princess of Asmaria.

While looking forward to his new life, he died again.

And so began his 151,897,914th life as Samur Eckart.

Samur is a Professional Transmigrator- or so he says so, as he gets transmigrated into a new world every time he dies.

However, each time, his memories return only moments before his death. If he successfully survives, he gets to live that life, if he dies, well, he just moves on to his next moment of death.

Once again on the verge of death as Samur, he’s saved at the last moment by a young boy.

Surprise, surprise, the young boy is a Regressor.

As a man of honour, Samur intends to repay his debt then leave because the world is too inconvenient to live in.

Well, that’s what he thought, at least, but the Regressor and his friends are kind of… weird, and he can’t seem to get away at all?

However, not everything is as it seems. Samur’s whims have made him the part of an eternal lie.

Shadows dance in glee as they concoct a requiem far grander than anyone can imagine, while the Lights tremble in delight as the apocalypse threatens the Universe.

The dies have been cast, the play has been written, the characters are on the stage, and the sacrifices have been made.

And so, it’s finally time to let this game begin.