Legend of Swordsman - Chapter 5168 - The Trial Begins

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had.

But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don’t most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that’s not for him.

There’s only one goal in his mind – to be the number one star in the Interstellar era.

With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it.

But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him?

A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die.

= a few months later =

A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don’t need food, I could just eat you.

A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou

*NaiHe bridge – a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation

**Meng Po – the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate.

Usually when you possess a novel, you start in the city, but I fell into the forest.

If it was me, I wouldn’t date a professional gamer. If I had that kind of patience, then I might as well use it to get into Tsinghua University or Beijing University.

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I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.