While I Was Giving Love Advice to My Best Friend, the School's Most Beautiful Girl Somehow Became the Closest Person to Me - Chapter 4Volume 2 .2 - The Crisis of a Childhood Friend

Athena Grant,a human,dies in a car accident and becomes Eira Liora,an elf. Transported to the barren and cursed island of Luinmir, a once-thriving land now abandoned.A year ago,their King announced that the island,Luinmir would no longer be under the empire's control. It was well known that the land was barren and poverty stricken...She was abandoned both by her Kingdom and her Father.She wakes up one day with a system.“So what if they were abandoned and deemed cursed,she would show them all the highest peak of knowledge and development. The island's core is broken...fine,she'll get it replaced but this time,the island would become hers to keep,she would make sure of that.”

The heroine I was rooting for was not chosen.

Then wouldn’t it be okay if I made her happy instead?The heroine I was rooting for was not chosen.

Then wouldn’t it be okay if I made her happy instead?

Five hundred years later, a superhuman talent cultivated by the state perished during a mission, and his soul transmigrated, taking possession of the body of a young master from a prominent family who suffered from an anxiety disorder. From that moment on, his extraordinary life began, spanning across various fields such as business and medicine. Wherever he set foot, others could only look up to him.

Annan transmigrated to a new world – the Land of Dense Fog. He had become a rare elite NPC who possessed the player’s system.

However, he had the heart of a player.

I like to stir up matters, and unbridled. But, I’m a kind player. The ally of justice who is favored by this world.

I’m on a main mission. As the righteous player, I’m following my destiny to eradicate you, the evil NPC!

Dear player, I’d recommend you to stop running away. The mission is completed. I’m the righteous NPC now to punish you, the evil players…

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In the long dark night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky.

Hoarse whisper patrols the streets. The brass steam engine is emitting blood mist.

Your brain is in ecstasy; your eyes are enchanted.

With cracked skins, it sprouts new flesh.

In the gray mists, shirek cries come from the flesh wall that consumes thousands of corpses…

“Stop crying, our players don’t bite. They just want to play with you.”

The Solitary Schemer, Number 1 Player, Land of Dense Fog’s Savior, Leader of 13 Saints, Friend of 12 Upright Deity, Pioneer King, “The Righteous One,” Gatekeeper of Forth Disaster, Crownless Deity, the great Annan advised kindly.