Die. Respawn. Repeat. - Chapter 102: Book 2: Trial Run

She is a two-faced and fierce hidden ghost doctor,

Zayn, a wealthy second-generation who was in the prime of his life was known as the “Perfect Human” for mastering various fields of expertise until the peak of perfection was stabbed to death by his fiancée. Because of the cancellation of their engagement, his former fiancée turns out to love him obsessively, so, she stabs him in the heart.

“Honey~ I won't let you go, even after death!”

After he was dead, he was reincarnated into a fantasy world novel that he had read as Arthur, a side villain and stepping stone. Because he doesn't want to be the protagonist's stepping stone, he will change his fates!

“I will change my fate and reach the pinnacle of this life. The Protagonist? Look who's the real protagonist!!”

[Ding~! Congratulation to the host for activating the system!]

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Ein was a hitman on hire. A killer, a shadow, a death with insomnia, if you may.He had witnessed countless pairs of eyes dim as the light of life faded, leaving nothing but vile hollowness. Needless to say, the sight of a soul popping out of the dead body was a first.And it wasn't just any soul. It was the dead heir of Byers Holdings, the same guy he killed with his own hands. Turns out the rich boy Adriel had a horribly irritating and loud soul, but worst of it all - impossible to get rid of.Who would have thought that killing on a blue moon night could lead to being haunted?

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”