I Just Wanted to Live, but I Somehow Became Better Than the Main Character - Chapter 80: Beast-Avoiding Incense

“ You must level down to the rock bottom of hell”, a demonic voice said when he was summoned to the other side.

Seth Johnson was 16 when he was sacrificed in a cleansing ritual organized by his parent’s cult, to find himself reincarnated and transmigrated to a new world that was already on the brink of extinction.

People were divided by their magic power’s ranking to live in different regions and sat on ascending levels in the sky.

Being born again as Isiah Duncan, the brother of Lucas Duncan the prodigy who brought the apocalypse to this world was confusing to him, he who had no powers to survive, until he was forced to level down instead of leveling up, using the diabolic core of magic instead of the divine one …

In the year 2100, global warming has long since made the Earth's natural surface uninhabitable with a new ice age. Humanity takes refuge in huge, closed cities, but life is difficult. Video games are the opium of the people, letting them escape the chaos of life in immense metropolises.

In 2100, the first fully immersive VRMMORPG, "Horus," was released, and the world changed! Entirely coded by an independent AI, "Horus" made all other games look meaningless by comparison.

Megacorporations quickly monopolized on the wealth "Horus" allowed its players to amass, and soon people like Alexander were spending their lives slaving away to make money for the companies who employed them.

But on the day Alexander died of exhaustion, collapsing in his gaming booth...

...He woke up, alive, nine years earlier.

One day before "Horus's" launch.

"This time, I'll do it right! I know everything that's going to happen! I'll become the strongest, and no one will take advantage of me again!"


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///This work takes place in an MMORPG whose main goal is the exploration and conquest of space.///

///my two main inspirations are: The Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God and the Legendary Mechanic.///

///I care about the coherence of the story, even if the theme of overpowering is present, it is thanks to the reflexive and opportunistic choices of the MC and not a chance to come out of nowhere. ////

Shen and Ming, two top wealthy families, have married.

As the object of marriage, Professor Ming is obsessed with scientific research, education, and psychological construction and can’t extricate himself. He really has no relationship with the big devil Shen Tinglan!

The two of them don’t even bother to play every scene, and Ming Qianye thinks about being annulled by the Great Demon King all the time!

However, relying on the exorbitant looks, talents and abilities of both parties, CP fans come here uninvited, looking forward to their interaction every day, begging for dog food to fit together, and trying hard to find evidence of their love…

Professor Ming finally couldn’t take it anymore and sent a message to showdown with the big devil——

【Senior, I actually just want to have a fake relationship with you! 】

The Great Demon King: 【Call me husband, I will have a real relationship with you. 】

Professor Ming frowned: 【I don’t want to fall in love! 】

The big devil called directly: “What’s the matter? I just donated the laboratory and the teaching building, and last night I said that I performed well, but the next day I turned my face and refused to recognize anyone? Have you learned how to cheat money and sex?”

Professor Ming was shocked: “I didn’t, I… am participating in the show…”

Followed by ‘Duddu…’

That phone is hung up!

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded:

【Did the words just now come from the mouth of Mr. Shen, who is so handsome? 】

【How did Great Demon King Shen behave last night? Is it the color I thought it was? 】

【Can you describe the details? We don’t lack this traffic! ! ! 】

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.