History at the Library - Chapter 62

The world has become a playground for the world of the heavens, and all living beings are digitized, waiting for the players in the world of the heavens to come to kill and torture countless times.

Yi Zheng, who turned into the first trash rabbit in Novice Village, chose to take a group of rabbits to start running, sit-ups, bench presses, rowing, swimming on the green grassland…

A year later, when the player came, what they saw was not a group of mobs, but a terrifying devil muscle rabbit!

The Rabbit King, who was sitting high, waved a carrot and said cruel words: “Starting today, don’t even think of leaving the Novice Village alone!”

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After getting shot, Lucas, a serial killer, reincarnated into the novel world as a tragic villain with the same name, Lucas Ciffer.

Lucas Ciffer was supposed to be the Holy Kingdom's successor to the throne, but his demonic appearance and the powers he possessed terrified the entire kingdom. A white-haired boy with red eyes and pale skin, together with his dark powers, got persecuted and exiled by his own family. Not to mention that in the future he was destined to die by the hand of the hero.

Lucas fell from holiness, and, with the serial killer's bloodlust and knowledge of the future, he decided to prove the world right.

Yes. I could be a villain; no, in fact, I WILL BE THE VILLAIN.

While on a school field trip in the Czech Republic, Kang Hyuk happens to stumble into a shop called “Archmage.” To his disbelief, the shop is actually owned by an archmage… from another world! Forced to become the Archmage’s disciple, Kang Hyuk is punted into the Kallian Continent, where might and magic overwhelm and wyverns fly high in the sky…

In this world, people are either sword-wielding knights, magic-wielding mages, or spirit-wielding summoners. There hasn’t been anyone yet who can do all three… until now.

“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!]