One Hundred Years As An Extra - Chapter 137

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A reader said: This novel was not intended to be read at first, but later I found out that it has a legacy of Wei Wu, the legacy of the prime minister.

Then I watched and read it, and I was overjoyed; so I read it quickly, and I can’t calm down for a long time after reading it. I complain that the content lacks details, the number of words in the article is too small, and the update speed is too slow.

I have this resentment in my heart, and it is hard to forget, so I made this post to express my feelings, and to feedback the author’s big mistake in his article, which is due to the slow update and the small number of words.

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- Description from novelbuddy

In a world where survival depends on victory in an alien battlefield, warriors are assigned a crucial keyword that determines their fate.With attributes that rapidly grow when aligned with their keyword, they gain superhuman abilities.But if their persona collapses, they weaken. In this apocalyptic-like world, acting skills are paramount.Acting is sustenance, glory, privilege, and life. Join the battle and discover the true meaning of bravery, cunning, righteousness, and more.

Upon graduating and being unemployed, Li Zhiyan discovered he could glimpse future information. He saved a classmate's mother and unexpectedly entered the circle of Shanghai Aunt.Since youth, he knew the goodness of Aunts and couldn’t bear a single day of hardship! This class—I don’t want to attend even for a day!

There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.