Royal Secret: I'm a Princess! - Chapter 914 AT THE SAME PLACE

I killed the player.

He was one hell of a f*cker.

Winner of the 2017 Joara Novel of The Year Contest-

In a world plagued by Morgellons, a deadly disease that turns humans into non-human creatures, people have chosen to abandon their humanity in order to fight against the bloodthirsty corpses. In the end, there will be no humans left on Earth.

But that harsh world is, in fact, a world fabricated merely for entertainment. A world for humans to live in exists neither inside nor outside.

This is the story of a boy who, while living a miserable life, stares at the stars as he desperately tries to keep his humanity.

Qin Ming transmigrated to a Cultivation World, but without a Golden Finger, his mediocre talent led to his abandonment by the family. He was ordered to participate in the Sect's pioneering recruitment task and became a low-level Spirit Farmer.Every day, he faced a harsh cultivation environment, survival was difficult, and the pressure was immense.Until one day, he returned from the fields and discovered that what he harvested was a bit different.[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Entry]: Weak Magical Power (Harvestable)From then on, he steadily managed and worked hard on farming, finally becoming a top figure.A great chaos erupted in the Immortal Realm, and everyone was dumbfounded.“Is this the kind of power a Spirit Farmer should have?!”“Revealing the truth, I'm just a farmer...”

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you.You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature!…“Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements.”A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter.“Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!”“Drop dead!”