Super Soldier in the City - Chapter 1397 - 1446 Fear

In the tenth year after the new era, the world finally came to an end. Zhang Mu truefully waited for his death, but unexpectedly found that he had returned to ten years ago. With his memory about the future, he swore that he would change the calamitous history, saving the earth from being destroyed! Walking dead, zergs, evolvers, and various mutated animals… nothing can stop him! The first step is to retrieve his identity as an era merchant , then find all the treasures he can remember to enhance himself!

Passerby-A is increasingly dissatisfied with their small part in the drama. By chance, Luo Ran was born because of this one sentiment. Her purpose is only one – to add scenes!

If you want to add scenes, you have to be with people who have more scenes. And those who have the most, are the male lead!

In the imperial harem, she is the second-class maid-in-waiting who died early beside the female lead.

In the immortal world, she is a flower demon who was mistakenly killed by the female lead before she was transformed.

In the CEO world, she is the smart secretary of the President.

In the entertainment world, she is a singer who has nothing to do with the male lead.

Luo ran uses these identities to attack the male lead and fulfill the desires of passers-by A; to add more scenes!

TN:

Passerby-A = Anonymous person, someone unimportant with a tiny role.
Add scene = to add value to a role with more scenes.

- Description from Novelupdates

Eighty years ago, Qi Shijiang was a crosstalk artist who was a good performer.

Eighty years later, he borrowed a body to resurrect himself in the entertainment circle.

Despite living again, it’s really not easy to reenter the old profession.

As far as this face is concerned, no one believes that he is talking about crosstalk. No one believes that he does not rely on his face to eat.

– What is the use of this magnificent beauty? ?

- Description from Novelupdates

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?