The Smiling Death - Chapter 148: Amon Vs Seraphina (2)

The God of Charm was scorned when he got to the top. On his way to the top, he has lied, betrayed, and abandoned everyone who stopped being of any use to him. Eventually, he gets tired of being isolated by the other gods and decides to prove a point – anyone with the ability would choose power over moral code and values. He picks a young, sick, and good-natured boy and gives him the blessing of the God of Charm. Gale Stormborn was talentless in magic until the day the God of Charm summoned him. His powers work best when he hurts others, otherwise, his future is quite limited.Will he get corrupted in his chase after power? Will he keep his values?

Death is a bad thing... I think we all agree on that right?But do you know what is worse?Transmigrating into some random world like in the novels BUT AS A TRASH CHARACTER

I possessed the weakest character in my favorite game’s Hell Mode. I want to survive, but the way the main character is being controlled is atrocious.

It can’t be helped.

I have to stop the bad ending myself.

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.