The Leviathan System - Chapter 26: The Basilisk

I was stuck in a dungeon explosion while working so hard that I actually died.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the time of 3 years ago!

Well, I will live differently in this life. Salary is goodbye to s*ave life. I quit immediately and set up a cafe in the store my grandmother left behind.

There are no customers because she is right in front of a dungeon, but it doesn’t matter. All I want is to work two days and play five days. But.

Also, the attractive regular customer who keeps bothering me is somehow unusual.

It doesn’t feel good. Isn’t it like the story of the main character of the RPG, who was just trying to run an errand, and ends up fighting the devil after getting caught up in something annoying?

Yes, I will not. I can not. I have no intention of playing more than the role of a novice innkeeper.”

One day, Wang Ping joined a transmigrators' group chat, where each member could randomly transmigrate to different worlds and obtain their own exclusive cheats. Wang Ping thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life...

“Wait, 60 out of 67 group members went offline? What happened?”

“Ding, one group member was eliminated. Chen Kang, who joined the group chat at the same time as you, has died. He didn't survive for even ten seconds. All group members, please take this as a warning.”

Wang Ping was stunned, instantly realizing that this transmigrators' group chat was a huge scam, with a high mortality rate among its members. Death could happen in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Wang Ping awakened the Life Simulator!

“Ding, Life Simulator activated, talent refreshing...”

“Congratulations to the host for obtaining the golden talent—Holy Body, the legendary talent—Space-Time Celestial Body, and the legendary talent—Becoming Stronger By Taking In Disciples.”

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In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.