The Return of the Disaster-Class Hero - Chapter 501: Book 2: Epilogue 14 - Why the hell is he here? (4)

In the Great Chu Kingdom, evil spirits are everywhere.

In this world, there are warriors, Taoists and Buddhas, monsters, and weirdness.

Xu Bai came across time, the hell started, and he was in the cell of a bandit village.

When the danger came, he found that his understanding was not quite right.

[Observe the nameless knife marks on the wall, and comprehend the bone-breaking knife technique. 】

【Observe the forging book, comprehend the forging method】

[Observe the hexagram scriptures and comprehend fortune-telling. 】

When entering the bandit village, Xu Bai tied the chain with his hands, and when leaving the bandit village, Xu Bai carried the ghost knife.

“In this world, there are many things that can be seen. I just know how to observe better than you.” Xu Bai laughed.

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“Is this a game, or did aliens make me time-travel?”

“It’s terrifying, people who die in the game actually die in the real world!”

“Damn, the whole city is mine, and there are still things that can be brought from the game to the real world, it’s just…”

Song Jian aimlessly wandered through the empty city, accompanied only by mutated zombies and monsters. His only goal now was to survive in such a zombie-infested Doomsday City.

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Traveling to the world of Xianxia, ​​Shen Ping practiced like walking on thin ice for more than 20 years, but he didn’t have a golden finger. With his ordinary aptitude, his progress in cultivation was slow.

It wasn’t until I planned to lie down completely and married a wife that I was shocked to find that the way I opened the world of Xianxia was a bit wrong!

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.