Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite - Chapter 574 - 331: Red-Headed Directive (Part 2)

For Marco, Lucas is his meek little brother. For the rest of the world, he is the menacing Ghost of Vermil.“Angels endow blessings. Demons sow curses.” A hundred years ago, angels and demons descended on earth. It is said they are still here.Annointed with potent holy power, Marco is set to join the Kingdom's Holy Army to fight off the demonic legion. But before that, he must confront the trail of blood and ash that points to Lucas's involvement with the dark side.As mysteries unfold and loyalties fracture, Marco is faced with the question: where does holiness end and damnation begin? If all lines are blurred and the fate of humanity is at stake, will he have enough resolve to strike down the brother he once swore to protect?

“I curse you to never die in peace!”

Thus, Shang Ke started a never-ending (forced) cycle of constantly throwing away his miserable life.

He would always show himself as a martyr while letting others cry over his death.

It was because of a woman’s curse that Shang Ke was hit by a car and turned into a human vegetable. This led to him becoming bound by an unlucky system in which he was cursed to die. The most unfortunate part was that he never cheated on anyone’s feelings. The reason for why he was cursed by a woman was because of a guy named Qi Chen. Qi Chen was a ladies man, and he would always use Shang Ke as an excuse to break up with any woman that he was with. As a result, Shang Ke was always blamed for the breakups. Since then, the main character could only be forced to cross into different worlds. He would thus experience for himself, the hero’s “thrill”.

- Description from Novelupdates

On the first day of Yun Qiao’s book reading, she was confessed by a beautiful girl in public
Yunqiao? ? ?
Yun Qiao, who came halfway, couldn’t figure out the situation, and looked confused.
Crowd (very loud): She said she likes you
! ! !
So Yun Qiao stretched out her hand under everyone’s fearful eyes.
I rely on! really have?
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Yun Qiao realized later that she had entered the teenage period of blackening and paranoid male protagonist, and became a cannon fodder male supporting female disguised as a male.
The task is not to heal the hero as imagined, to influence the hero, but to assume the responsibility of the evil villain, rob him of his money, occupy his house, and rob his woman.
#On how to attack his cp under the eyes of the paranoid male protagonist#
Yun Qiao said that he had no solution, so he could only bite the bullet
One day, I received a call from the heroine. The beauty on the phone seemed to be bullied and couldn’t help crying. Yun Qiao had no choice but to pick up the guy and do it, but I didn’t expect to be stopped by the hero halfway through.
“Why, do you like her?”
“Wait! Brother, didn’t you say you don’t like her?”
When the male protagonist heard her words, Su Bai stroked Jinsi’s eyes with his fingers, and his eyes swept over the hammer in Yun Qiao’s hand, so scared that Yun Qiao immediately let go of his hand, listening to the constant ringing of the phone in his pocket, Yun Qiao wanted to cry without tears
“Brother, let me go first… save her… can you save my sister-in-law?”
#Clearly it’s you who said you don’t like her#
#Man’s heart sea needle#
One-heartedly flirting with straight ball girl × frail abstinence paranoid beauty
The ps heroine is not weak, but the brain circuit is a bit strange and cute

Content tags: near the water tower, travel through time and space, women disguised as men, campus
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yun Qiao Pei Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: The hero and heroine both love me
Purpose: face up to difficulties and challenge yourself

- Description from novelbuddy

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…