Survival Records of 3650 days in the Otherworld - Chapter 25

They called him useless. A Class E farmer in a world where strength meant survival.Betrayed by the woman he loved, beaten by a power-hungry King, and left to die like trash, Isaac thought his story had ended.But death was only the beginning.Beneath the earth, sealed for thousands of years, a forgotten being awakens, an ancient force of ruin once feared by angels and demons alike. When Isaac agrees to its desperate offer, he doesn’t just survive… he becomes something else. Stronger. Colder. Hungrier.Now reborn with a forbidden power that rejects magic itself, Isaac walks the line between man and monster. Each time he unleashes the Abyssal Overdrive, his strength grows, but so does the Corruption threatening to devour what’s left of his soul.To protect the innocent, he must become the very thing they fear.To destroy the kings who shattered his life, he must embrace the darkness within.Enemies will fall. Secrets will unravel. And when the kingdom of Carreon learn that Isaac is still alive… it will already be too late.The world shunned him. Now, it will kneel.

Jiang Chen travels to a fantasy novel world and becomes the villainous senior brother.He didn’t have any golden finger (cheat) and didn’t want to end up as villainous cannon fodder, so he repeated nine reincarnation cycles, only aiming to be an upright senior brother.Yet fate is unjust, bestowing upon him the aura of a villain, causing him to suffer countless misunderstandings and disdain.Until the ‘Tenth Life’!In this life, Jiang Chen gave up. His heart grew cold, and he also finally let himself go.Jiang Chen: “Since heaven wants me to be a villain, why should I defy it?”……My name is Jiang Lianyue, and I have a villainous senior brother who is despicable.I despise him, detest him, and even wish he would die quickly!But one day, I witnessed a flashback of nine lifetimes…In the first life, my senior brother sacrificed his own core to help the second brother rebuild his core, damaging his own foundation in the process.In the second life, I was afflicted with a cold poison, and my senior brother, with his modest cultivation, refined pills for a hundred days to cure me at the cost of destroying his own core.In the third life, I finally understood everything…

“What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?”

As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.

[Installing files. 1% done…]

As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...]

I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.

“Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…”

[…12%...13%...14%...]

Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.

The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.

Nope, the first is out.

The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.

The third possibility …

[Installation successful!]

The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…

The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.

[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]

Fuck…

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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