Dual Cultivator Reborn [System In The Cultivation World] - Chapter 696 I Am The Master Of Your Lord

In 2122, the “game” came.
【Are you terminally ill? Disabled? Disfigured? Unbearable pain? Do you feel that life is meaningless? Come join the game! Survive, win, win with high scores, and you will gain a healthier body, a better appearance, and greater abilities…you will—evolve! 】
[Global live broadcast of the game, registration starts now——]
Eighteenth-tier star Lu Tingliu entered the game with a terminally ill diagnosis certificate in hand.
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After each player enters the game, they will draw a basic card of their own, which will determine their evolutionary direction and their basic ability.
The card Lu Tingliu drew is called [Split].
Skill introduction: You are a splitter. You are a mercenary that money can buy, you are a doctor who is good at anatomy, you are a great detective who knows everything, you are a god, you are a car mechanic, you are a stunning beauty, you are a weak child… You are a splitter. You are the top actor, you are the most insane lunatic.
Current Split Personality: 2/147
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In the era of gaming, players have become the most high-profile stars.
Lu Tingliu is the most mysterious, the most heretical, and the most insane among them.

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One sentence introduction: Become a goddess

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“I will conquer all of your women.”

“I will destroy you in your strongest.”

“System? Golden Finger? Cheat? Old Grandpa? Nothing will stop you from getting defeated by me.”

Jack, who got a second chance will not listen to his rationality anymore. He will do what his heart wanted from the very beginning. He will enjoy this reincarnation to its fullest.

“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants.“From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?”“Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!”His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered.He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]