The Demon's Soul - Chapter 33 Bonding time- Part 1

She became the young mistress of the most powerful family in City T by marrying the young master in place of her sister.

He was cold to her on their first nuptial night. "Just because you played some tricks to get yourself married here, you still mean nothing to me!"

However, she was calm and heartless. "Young Master Mu, don't think too highly of yourself. I despise all that is you — your money and your very being!"

After the wedding, Young Master Mu lived lavishly by spending money like flowing during the day while working his nights away busily. "You said you despised me earlier. Well, which part of me do you despise exactly, hmm?"

Luo Chenxi could not bear the harassment any longer so she tossed out the divorce papers in rage. "I can't live like this much longer..."

Everyone loves the protagonist, many read countless manga, watch countless animes and adore the protagonist of the story.

They feel happy when their protagonist wins, feel sad when their protagonist loses.

Everyone takes fancy to reading a novel and wished to get a chance to relive in the world of their favourite novel.

But what happens, if thier wish comes to be true.

Is reincarnation as easy as it sounds? Are the person who reincarnated can really change the world to their wishes and can survive easily in tow the world that reincarnated into while in their previous world, they were just simple people without any power.


This is the story of a boy who died only to find himself reincarnating into a novel he had read 'Dawn of legends'.

Moreover, unlike in another story, he had reincarnated into an extra who is just cannon fodder in the novels who are just present to be used by the Villains and Protagonists to achieve their goals.

At first, he was in despair, shocked and confused about what to do. He racked his mind and tried to survive in this harsh world. He was in a pinch whether to stay low key or use his future knowledge to get stronger or befriend the protagonist.


But will everything occur according to his plans? Will the future event follow the same route as described in the novel? Can he overcome all the crisis that is about to happen in the future with the future knowledge?

Does the work have other plans for him? Is his reincarnation is just a coincidence or does someone or some other forces have a role in it?


It is the tale of a simple boy, a boy who is not like other reincarnater who adapt to this world from the very first day and established their dominance, rather it is the tale of the boy who rises up and climbs higher step by step.

Accompany Lucas on his journey, who with the help of his future knowledge and the help of the system transverse the obstacle in his path to fighting against the world which is and isn't similar to what he had known and find out the mystery behind his reincarnation.

This novel is also named “The game I got is different from yours” | “Game is different, what to do” | “Every time the target is the big BOSS” | “Why is the BOSS of Horror games always the most handsome?” | “They are running for their lives, I am falling in love”… and so on.

The protagonist is a slave to beautiful faces – he likes good-looking people, can’t say no to a pretty visage, and is filled with thoughts of love. One day he bound with a target-attack system where he can travel from world to world and experience love with the most handsome (key point!) target!

The number of players in each game is not set. The protagonist has only one target – the most handsome one. As he falls in love, he realizes… the other players perhaps, maybe, probably… have Horror? Survival? Escape-type games?

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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