How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony - Chapter 251: Excavator’s Edge (6)

Kim Mu-ryeong is the youngest member of a famous exorcist family. He grew up receiving love from his entire family and was considered a genius. The kind that appears once every hundred years. “Mu-ryeong, let me make a request.” After enrolling in high school, Mu-ryeong began to do simple exorcism work. The apartment’s elevator is acting weird. Someone is having constant nightmares. Even things like getting rid of a stalker or acting as a boyfriend. It was more of a problem-solver job than exorcism, But Mu-ryeong, being someone who helped anybody, There was nothing he couldn’t accept. But even for Mu-ryeong, there was one person he avoided… “Ki Hwan-young?” Tall and handsome with a mysterious, intimidating aura, And known for being impolite and having no friends. One day, Ki Hwan-young came to see Mu-ryeong. “My shoulders feel heavy lately.”

I possessed the body of a villain who torments the male protagonist in a tragic story and dies.Before meeting the male protagonist, I managed to endure my miserable life with survival skills and magic.When I finally met the male protagonist:“Get lost.”He bared his teeth like a kitten.But as we got a little closer,“Lila, help me.”I worked hard to take care of this unexpectedly pitiable young master.And then…“Lila, do you love me?”“What?”“I’m asking if you love me.”“…Young Master.”“I love you.”“…”When I was too stunned to respond, he smiled and approached me.“Lila, tell me you love me. If you do, I’ll give you everything I have. Okay?”It seems I raised him too well.The young master I had so carefully raised began to obsess over me.

Until the time of him becoming the master of the lowest rank in the order of rankings, the lonely side of his life without luck was changed.

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.