Why is My System Glitching - Chapter 92: Kim Sisters

Su Bai, who entered the horror game, obtained all-professional talents, which could light up the underworld professions.

Ghost teacher, ghost doctor, ghost psychologist, ghost painter, ghost massage therapist…

“Miss, please get dressed, I’m your teacher, don’t be shy.”

In the vampire castle, Su Bai said solemnly to a vampire girl.

“Beauty, please don’t worry, the doctor’s eyes don’t distinguish between men and women.”

In the Necronomicon Hospital, Su Bai, who was doing a gynecological examination to a glamorous female zombie, said solemnly.

“Madam, please respect my profession, I am a painter, I only sell my art, not my body…”

In the Devil’s Manor, Su Bai had some headaches. No matter what profession he chose, his charm value was full.

Even driving a taxi is molested by female ghosts.

Can you still play the game? …

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All my life, I never once know what it is to be a family. My parents did not care about me and didn't let me start with my siblings.Even when I diagnose with Terminal Illness by the doctor, they did not care about me.The only thing that accompanies me in this lonely hospital bedroom is the game called Second Life. Sadly, all good things must end, and so is Second Life.I decide to stay inside the game until the end and wait for me to release my final breath.However, I'm reincarnated to another life when I open my eyes. I promise to enjoy my Second Life in this world.Now, if only this woman stopped calling me a villain for a second, that would be great.

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.

“Can’t I properly read stallion novels anymore!”