MTL - I’m Really Not An NPC - Chapter 864

Keira Olsen got married, she herself didn't know that her husband, who came out of nowhere, was actually the richest man!She was just an illegitimate daughter who couldn't see the light of day, struggling to survive since childhood.While he was the darling of the heavens, high above all.Their statuses were worlds apart; everyone was waiting for Keira Olsen to be kicked out, but as they waited, all they got was the richest man's post on Moments:“Wife, is it possible not to divorce?”Everyone: ???[strong FL, secret identity, powerful couple, 1V1]

[Climb the Dimensional Tower and have any wish fulfilled by the gods themselves!]

Enters Josh Malum.

He was feared on Earth, but in this new world, he is but a Fallen. One that is forced to Climb. If it wasn’t bad enough already he is also Classless, something that is unheard of in the Tower. Yet none of it phases him.

«You think I should be despairing? Why? Is it because I’m classless? They offered me so many classes, I simply refused them all.»

Sacrificing the many worlds is a small price to regain what he once lost. To all the deities that stand in his way:

F… ⎧ᴿᴵᴾ⎫

During this revolution era book, Fang Ru was the original heroine of the cannon fodder. She died in repression and infamy under the deliberate calculations of the transmigrated heroine.

After being reborn, Fang Ru decided to stay away from the leading male character and start over. However, without Fang Ru’s involvement…

The leading male character became crippled and turned evil. He suffered mutual torment, mistreatment and hatred with the new female protagonist, who also lost her chance at love and career.

The lovelorn supporting male character was forced to live like a widower for the rest of his life after being manipulated into marriage by someone with a rich family background, even still he harbored feelings for someone else’s wife.

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.