MTL - The People Who’re Supposed To Kill Me Fell For Me Instead - Chapter 66 1118.43

Arakawa Kouki is reincarnated to a Japan with a different history than the Japan he knows with the memories of his previous life still intact. Kouki was discouraged, “Aren’t reincarnation stories supposed to be at some fantasy world filled with swords, magic and elves?!”

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

Wu Ping transmigrated into the world of immortal cultivation and became a disciple of the outer disciple of the Blood Rain Sect. With his qualifications, he was confident that he could lead a peaceful life.But, who would have thought Wu Ping’s sea of consciousness was connected to a zombie world?What was more outrageous was that the zombies actually had living souls.The zombie’s corpse can be used to refine and improve his cultivation.Its blood can be used to refine the blood flame technique, and its soul can be used to enhance the soul-refining technique.Its crystal cores can also strengthen the human body and awaken psychic abilities.Soon, the zombie world became Wu Ping’s backyard for cultivation techniques.[Eternal Demon Green Art: It uses half-souls to condense tree species. It must be provided with blood and corpses as nutrients. The more nutrients it absorbs, the more powerful the Eternal Demon green tree will be, and the stronger the spiritual Qi it will generate] Wu Ping directly planted the magic green tree in the zombie world, with corpses as nutrients.In no time, all kinds of terrifying demon cultivation techniques shone under Wu Ping’s hand one by one.The entire immortal cultivation world trembled for him, calling him the ‘Immortal Devil’.But Wu Ping didn’t kill anyone. All he killed were zombies.A group of righteous cultivators: “You, Immortal Devil, don’t come over ah!”

Cen Qing transmigrated into a book, transmigrating into the villain who single-handedly created the zombie virus in the post-apocalyptic novel.

It’s not scary to dress up as a villain, what’s scary is that there is a villain who is more powerful than her.

Looking at Jiang Ci who was still dormant in the culture medium in front of him, Cen Qing recalled his own ending in the original book, his little heart trembled.

Did she kill him before he turned black and grew up, or pulled out his oxygen catheter now?

But Jiang Ci’s first sentence after waking up was, “Mom.”

Cen Qing was so frightened that the hand that pulled out the oxygen tube swished back, and since then began the daily routine of raising a baby/raising a man in the last days.

“Qingqing, blood is drawn on the hand, it needs to be healed to be healed.”

Cen Qing glanced at the wound where a drop of blood appeared, and ignored him.

“Qingqing, the zombies are Ah Ci’s good friends, can you stop beating their heads?”

Cen Qing glanced at the zombie with its bloody mouth open, and slammed the stick again.

“Qingqing, he pushed me on purpose. I don’t care at all that you stay in the same space as him.”

Cen Qing glanced at his stunned assistant and sighed.

Who did Jiang Ci learn the tea-in-tea phrase from?

But the day-to-day life of raising a baby suddenly changed his style of painting one day. The reason was that Cen Qing recruited another male assistant, the kind who looked soft and cute.

The man pushed her against the wall, his dark eyes filled with strong possessiveness, his voice was hoarse,

“Qingqing, you are not good, and a disobedient child should be locked up with chains.”

Cen Qing, who was trapped in the man’s hot embrace and could not move, burst into tears.

Is it too late for her to pull out the oxygen tube now? Waiting online, very urgent.

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