I Met The Male Lead In Prison - Chapter 143 - The Original Story Started

I drew a lottery at the Shopping District and won the privilege to go to another world. After drawing a lot of balls, unexpectedly I got a cheat-like skill. Silencing those who are noisy and getting hold of all the things that I want. I will satisfy all my desires.

In the world of Kyushu, players full of resentment gathered together, dripped blood as an alliance, and vowed to make the big devil go away.

For a time, all directions responded, the wind was surging, and everyone saw a better tomorrow.

Except for Lubei.

He is the so-called devil.

“Say I’m the devil, blame me for pitting you, I’m an NPC, how could I pit you, that’s how immortals are!”

- Description from novelbuddy

In the early days of the virtual reality game, Arena, meleegod was the strongest ranked player! He deleted his character and suddenly left. In order to restore his bankrupt family, he returned to Arena!

“Do you want to create a character?”

Su Mu has awakened in a world where survival hinges on a single truth: each person must build and defend their own shelter against an onslaught of supernatural forces.In this apocalyptic realm, revived Yin energy has unleashed ghosts that roam freely, turning the world into a perilous place where only the strongest, most resourceful shelters can withstand the darkness.In this grim struggle for survival, all are equal—but the cost of a single meal or a sip of water is often paid with one’s life.Yet, Su Mu discovers a unique ability: he can enhance every aspect of his shelter through attribute farming. With this advantage, he constructs the most fortified walls, establishes workshops to mass-produce weapons and tools, and cultivates fertile fields that yield rich harvests season after season.While others battle hunger and bitter cold, Su Mu finds himself thriving, leading a life of relative peace—almost like a vacation—in the midst of the apocalypse.Note: This novel and its characters are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.