After the Fake Young Lady Stole Everything from Me, I Became the World’s Sweetheart - Chapter 367 Chapter Three-Hundred and Sixty-Seven: Clash

A back-to-basics(?) monster evolution novel.

“My turn, draw cards”

“It’s better to use this one if you’re fighting”

Looking at the card in his hand, Yue Si gave a villainous smile.

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Lan Anran was sent to the countryside by her parents when she was young. In her past life, she was filled with hate and did not end well.With a chance to relive her life, Lan Anran swears that she will never repeat the same mistakes again. On the surface, she is a medical genius and school beauty, but behind closed doors, she is a hacker and master hypnotist. Lan Anran will do all it takes to protect her family and cure her husband, Mo Jinrong."Master Rong is old and ugly, he isn't as fresh and tender as you are. Quick, give me a kiss!" Mo says."Miss Lan, please have some self-respect! Stay… Stay away from me!"

Mutations occurred around the whole world and soon, a demonic apocalypse befell.

In order to defend against demonic beings, humans swiftly entered a globalized digital age. Everyone would be able to choose between a fighting or a supporting job through awakening once they reached the age of 18. These people would get stronger by slaying demonic beings.

Lu Yan had awakened to the weakest job, a Necromancer. However, he had also received a Job Supporting System and was able to reawaken into a hidden job, Lord of the Death.

“Necromancers are so weak that they die in one hit!”

“Man, that dude’s luck is just the worst. He did get a fighting job, but it’s the weakest. What can he do? Summon a few skeletons?”

“Also, aren’t there only like a handful of Necromancers out there? There aren’t a lot of experience or resources for them to inherit. Their future seems bleak.”

“Forget Necromancers! I got the Holy Knight job! Your all-around king is here!”

Not long after that, Lu Yan appeared in a full set of Death Nether Armor while wielding the Death Soul Scythe and leading a 100 thousand-strong death army. With a single swing of his scythe, he split the mythical rank demonic beast in half.

“Necromancers are weak? What does that have to do with me, the Lord of the Death?”