MTL - War Love Snow - Chapter 42 H's memories

Gu Yang crossed over to a high-martial world, eked out a living in small village for two years, and finally saved up enough and activated the Life Simulator system.

With a certain amount of money, a simulation can be run.

After the simulation ends, one of the three can be retained: realm, martial arts skills, or life wisdom.

[For five years you were an accountant, saved up enough money to buy a cultivation manual, practiced hard for ten years and became a Ninth Realm martial artist, but then ran into an enemy and died!]

[Once you left the mountains, you were at the Ninth Rank, became a protector of a certain family, practiced intensely for twenty years, broke through to the Eighth Grade, and ultimately, died of old age in a small town.]

[Once you left the mountains, you were at Eighth Grade, received recognition from a noble clan, were taught profound martial arts, but due to slow progress, were marginalized, and after a dozen years, you finally broke through to the seventh grade, but then encountered powerful foes on a mission and were killed.]

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After countless rounds of simulations: [You encounter people, but none are a match for you. You realize that you have become invincible.]

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After picking up a phone on the streets, Feng Yuchen was sent to the world of High School of the Dead. He, along with 100 people, have to travel through various worlds, fight and solve quests in order to survive.

Whoever dies in that world, would be teleported back to the real world without memories of what happened before and die in an accident one year later.

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