Ascension of the Nephilim - Chapter 504 Friends To Kill

Hollywood has summed up a lot of formulas… What movie will be successful?

But there are always big box office hits that fit the formula,

Ronald Lee travels back to Hollywood in the 1980s,

Can he discover the secret to the movie’s success?

Because he can dream about movie clips he saw in his previous life…

He is good at making high-box-office movies, and he is also good at getting actors to win awards.

Brought Ronald many friends, enemies, and confidantes…

Please let the author take you to relive the 80s of breakdance, afro, and high shoulder pads

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The convolution of worlds are govern by a set of gods, each god is given a world to rule and there can be skirmishes between them – as a result of one between Nexus, the god of trickery and a senile old hag Elliot reincarnated into Ul’Tra-el by mistake.Ul’Tra-el is a world that grew a voice, because of this voice, it began to take a different path from other worlds -- it was filled with a core anomaly – rifts.Dimensions began to leak into each other, vomiting outrageous monsters.In response or as an auto-correction to such anomaly, talents were awakened in the inhabitants of Ul’Tra-el and they gained tremendous power, for every rift they close down, they were rewarded massively by the voice of the world called Ul.In a hardcore world like this one, our MC (Northern) reincarnated as a talentless individual but in the face of a death and a head splitting revelation......when all hopes seemed lost.{System Notice}Your Soul cannot take a formSearching for Unique pattern ability for your soulsearching...search found.Unique System ability has been found...Unique System Ability [CopyCat] has been gained.Awakening Unique ability...Northern gained a talent copying system!...Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world.This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!!

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.