Not-So an Extra - Chapter 126 : Making Money [3]

When he woke up, Su Yue traveled to a gamified world and obtained a selection system. This world, when night falls, will breed evil spirits and evil spirits.

In order to survive, everyone needs to complete various tasks under the dark night to survive, so as to obtain rewards, transform themselves, and make them stronger.

[Ghost language—everyone knows that there are many ghost words and ghost words. Nine times out of ten, it is false. After using it, it can influence other people’s judgments of you according to the star rating. 】

[Ghost ear – it is the most special hearing in the world, with it, all whispers can’t hide from your ears. 】

[Blood-stained sharp-tapered hammer—forty small hammer, eighty large hammer, oh sorry, I accidentally pushed harder, if you have a next life, I will pay attention. 】

[Old contract after use – bad stomach? It doesn’t matter, here is a thoughtful stomach nourishing package. 】

Su Yue: “The top of the ghost, proud of the world, if I have Su Yue, there will be heaven! … My wife saves me!”

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After transmigrating, Chen Yu found himself in a highly militarized world. But the “will of the world” had concluded that he was an intruder and put a curse on him.

In every story, there exists the hero and the villain, the protagonist and the antagonist.And like every story, the hero always wins, and always gets the girl.But what happens now that I died and became a villain in the last book I read? Not even a proper villain, but one that the protagonist kills in the early chapters.I don't want to die again, and I don't want that simp of a protagonist to walk all over me. Maybe I should just become a better villain.I've always admired the smart badass villains that took on the protagonist. Maybe I can be one of them, maybe I can win—the first villain to win against the hero.I'll rewrite this story into one where I become the greatest villain. Call me sick or evil, but it's my time to shine.

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.