MTL - Douluo: Sell Ning Rongrong Task Card, She Dropped Out of School - Chapter 152

There once upon-a-time roamed a boy.The boy went from a baby to a toddler. Then from a toddler to a child. Then a child to a boy. Then from a boy to a man. But, no matter how old he grew, no matter how much time passed, he kept on pondering and pondering, if people reflected on their existence, then what did existence reflect on?No matter if he was crawling on all fours with pacifier, drawing a red house on a green hill with a painting brush, fishing for big and small fishies in his small, little boat, skinning a deer he had caught, or even sleeping, the question persisted.No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't reach the answer.He became a tutor, a teacher, a killer, a hacker, a criminal, until there was once thing he still did not become.A God.Being subjected to a heavily traumatizing event, Amon now wakes up to only to find himself in a game called 'The Adventure of the Hero: IX' he had once played a long time ago, where he finds a world filled with swords and magic, a magical academy, demons, high-ranked devils, dragons, and advanced technologyFollow the story of Amon, the eighth mechanism of the universe, as he navigates through worlds, universes, multiverses, and the omniverse. gathering the rest of the eight mechanisms, fighting against ancient and outer gods, becoming a tutor of a certain, little daughter-of-a-demon-king, put on a witch hunt of eldricht cosmic horror entities, attending an academy with the protagonist, heroines, villains, villainesses, and even a transmigrated third-rate final boss, meeting witches, creating sects, meeting the 9 goddesses, going against both Orthodox and Unorthodox churches, and many more!This is the story of a boy that had nothing, the story of the boy who knew the price of zer0, the legend of the boy known as 'The Happy'.The Boy who had a broken God Complex----------------------WARNING: This novel delves into themes of madness, insanity, and distorted realities. As the story progresses, it may change your perception and evoke unsettling emotions. Reader discretion is advised. Take care to recognize when to step back if you feel overwhelmed.

In 1919, Donnie's soul traversed into the United States.To start off, Donnie, just a soldier who had recently stepped down from the battlefields of World War I, was framed by his superior. Before the Prohibition era began, he took over a bar in Atlantic City. With the perspective of a transmigrator and ruthless tactics, he gradually became the largest bootlegger in America.In the roaring twenties, Donnie delved into bootlegging, ran beauty pageants, built his career, and stormed Wall Street.Decades later, when people studied modern American history, they found that the name 'Donnie Block' was one they simply could not ignore!!!Additional Tags: ACTION, TRANSMIGRATION, GENIUS, KINGDOMBUILDING, URBAN, SHOWBIZ, POORTORICH

After everyone reaches the age, they can open their own blessed land.

Blessed land, bestowed by the will of heaven and earth.

In the blessed land, Taoist soldiers can be cultivated, all things can be cultivated, and the supreme dynasty can also be built.

Myriad worlds are broken into countless fragments, forming countless star gates, there are three kingdoms, there are rivers and lakes, there are immortals and gods, and there are monsters.

In the star gate, there are martial arts from the world of martial arts, fairy arts from the world of celestial beings, and technological things beyond reality.

Mei Changge accidentally turned on his own point adding system, and found that it can be added not only to himself, but also to his own buildings.

Dilapidated village +10086=eternal heaven!

Black soil+10010=nine days of resting soil!

Bow and arrow tower +9527 = gods and magic crossbow!

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The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death.

As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me?

Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else.

The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me.

The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death.

My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear?

Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this time appear before me. “DEATH”, in the pale blue font the game always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long time of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over. I had died. This was the end of my story.

Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat.

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