Medicine Martial Prodigy - Chapter 15 - Are you willing?

Lin An woke up and found himself in an Eastern Fantasy world.

Not only did I end up transmigrating into the world of a novel I never finished reading, I ended up possessing the annoying 3rd rate villain who's going to die in a few months thanks to the munchkin protagonist of this goddamn novel.

How troublesome But hey at least my Family is with me?

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After being confined in a mental asylum for years, Jin Jiuchi had just been released back to human habitation when he suddenly found himself trapped in a dangerous and thrilling survival game.

Wait, is there something wrong with you all? Why do you look so scared? This world is so… exciting!

For Jin Jiuchi, this beast in human clothing who was chained by society laws, the appearance of the Nightmare Cycle was akin to a dream come true!

Drinking tea with a dismembered bride in a haunted apartment, dancing tango with the evil spirit in the depths of suicide forest, skipping rope with the ancient god in a forgotten civilization…

Jin Jiuchi was so happy that he was going crazy! However, when he went crazy, all the players and NPCs in the cycle trembled in fear.

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There was only a beautiful jade doll who had never been afraid of him.

Shen Nianzu called out softly, “Jin-ge.”

Jin Jiuchi, who was happily digging through a rotten corpse's stomach, suddenly dropped everything and zoomed in front of Shen Nianzu with a speed invisible to naked eyes. His eyes were curved into crescents as he asked, “What's wrong, Nian'er? Do you want to join me too?”

Shen Nianzu was expressionless as he stared at the bloody man in front of him. Then he suddenly stretched out a hand, palm up. Confused, Jin Jiuchi placed his dirty paw in Shen Nianzu's hand and shook it.

Shen Nianzu: “Good boy.”

Jin Jiuchi: ?

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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.