Reincarnation Sim Game - Chapter 87 – Akaimajo

The backstage manipulator of the Immortal Cultivation World, the sole law in the real world!After transmigrating to the Immortal Cultivation World, Su Ping diligently cultivated for twenty years.Trapped by his mediocre talent and seeing no hope for Foundation Establishment, he decided to lay low and become a wealthy layabout.Fortunately, he activated the Fishing Man game system.Not only could he obtain unscientific and non-immortal cultivation game props, and magical fish species through the fishing game, but also Pot Cave Heavens.He could even exchange his fish catches for Town Return Talismans, allowing Su Ping to return to Water Blue Star.Thus, the Immortal Cultivation World henceforth had a self-proclaimed Fishing Man as the backstage manipulator.And Water Blue Star gained a backstage boss who followed no rules but his own!

Chen Mo was told by a fortune teller that he had a suffocating aura, and was ordered to commit murder, and then inexplicably traveled to a world of high martial arts and became a fake eunuch serving the queen’s concubine in the harem of the Song Dynasty.

One day finally ushered in his golden finger…

Immortal Cultivation Simulator!

[Choose the talent to complete, do you want to start the simulation? 】

“Yes.”

[Day 1: The great turmoil came, and the horns of uprisings were raised throughout the Song Dynasty. The sky is dead, and the yellow sky stands. You are in the palace, which is the safest place in the Song Dynasty. You are ready to grow up in a dreadful way, and then surprise everyone. 】

【Day 2: You were promoted from the third-class eunuch to the first-class eunuch by the empress. 】

[Day 3: A palace maid accidentally discovered that you were having an affair with the Empress, and you died. 】

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- Description from novelbuddy

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.