Martial Research Master - Chapter 289

21st century superstar Jian Nai’s friend encountered a scumbag who cheated money from people. As soon as the other party walked away, his friend became the laughing stock of the entire entertainment circle overnight!

Jian Nai immediately decided to take revenge on behalf of his friend, preparing to make the scumbag pay the price for playing with other’s feelings and then dump him!

Jian Nai : “Baby, I just got off work, and you?”

The other party : “Just finished the battle with the invading army.”

Jian Nai : “Honey, I will cook for you in the kitchen. What do you like to eat?”

The other party : “Nutrition solution.”

“… …”

Getting along for a while, he finally dumped the other party and said he was just playing around. After saying the harsh words, he realised– it’s over, he copied the wrong ID!

Not only did he add the wrong person, the other party was not even a person from Earth at all!

- Description from Novelupdates

Lee Shin was the first ever human to climb the 100th floor of the tower refused to accept the god’s offer to become their apostle and died while fighting them.

As punishment, the gods reversed time, erased his existence, and made him a helpless boss of the tower’s 1st floor, Jean Ebrium, whose only goal was to die.

However, after dying countless times, Lee Shin obtained a strange sphere that restored his memories. Lee Shin’s story to take revenge on the gods and free humanity has just begun!

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