MTL - Devouring Myriad Ghosts System - v2 Chapter 717 The crisis of the Lee Group (below)

The Five Poison Sect leader Xu Chunliang breaks through the barriers of time and space to become the descendant of a national healer.“You think I'm going to jump off the bridge?”“Why don't you jump? I've been watching in this heavy rain for a long time, why aren't you jumping...”

~My Lovely Harem School Life~Just like the cringy name suggests, it's a well-known dating sim that gained popularity due to the beautiful heroines, fun story, and most importantly, the significance of the player's choices that influence the endings....But why did I end up transmigrating into the scummiest character in the game, Yagami Reiji, the heir to the biggest Yakuza group in the country? The trash that harassed the main cast, the trash that bullied the students, and the trash that ultimately 'steals' the heroines if the player makes the wrong decisions.Why, God, Why!?Will my predecessor's past, a horrific mess, haunt me? Will my father, the King of the Underworld, accept me? Will the characters, now a reality, still hate me?I decided to live a regular life, slowly taking the steps to whitewash my reputation..... With an occasional punch thrown here and there......Wait, why is the original protagonist a complete idiot?

Every night, he prayed. To every god on Earth.“Please, transport me to a fantasy world when I wake up tomorrow.”And then one day, his prayers were answered.Just not in the way he had hoped for.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.