Assistant to My Contracted Husband - Chapter 63 - Qin Sān Zhēn’s Warmth 1_1

Throughout this current life of mine, I will pay no attention to my past lives, nor will I seek future lives. I wish to live vigorously, to pay back debt of gratitude and fulfill duty to avenge, to defeat valiant heroes from all species, and to proudly laugh at all the Gods and Demons of the Six Path of Reincarnation!

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Well-known Composer Fang Zhao was in the glorious stage of his career, when the Apocalypse arrived; After finally experiencing the bitter difficulties of a thousand dangers, when the Apocalypse was simmering down to an end, he collapsed; When he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a New World, 500 years after the end of the apocalypse, in the body of a student who had been dumped barely after graduation, who had been cheated of his hardwork barely after he started working…

Reincarnated without memories, given a second chance as a chimera with a limited lifespan. Leon struggles through his strange new life. He attempts to improve his dungeon and evolve himself to live longer and become the strongest Dungeon Master—no. The Dungeon Overlord.Helped by his Dungeon System: the mysterious Ifrit, Zafira a Level 100 Succubus Queen, and his band of trustee goblins. Leon aims to overcome his limits, survive and reach the pinnacle of the world. Whether through trade, domination, or tricking the hero's beautiful party members into becoming his private mercenaries.Leon will face the weakest and strongest beings in the magical world of Umbra and surpass all!

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.