Afterlife Department - Chapter 592 - Spell

Soaking in lava, sleeping in an Ancient Killing Formation;

Traversing alternative worlds in a heavy armored vehicle;

Riding a Gundam Sentinel and slaying immortals with Godzilla...

I got myself a stat system, and from then on, I only beefed up my defense!

I just can't help it, I'm afraid of pain! The Daluo Golden Immortals of other worlds are all really fierce, and all of them know super ultimate move with infinite power. They have little meetings every day to discuss how to break through my defense.

I really don't know why they're so obsessed...XD

Mikey has been having dreams (nightmares) every night, for the past ten years.

His dreams tread the realm beyond the ordinary, showing Dungeons, Monsters, magic-like occurrences, and the literal end of the world.

But, what happens when the dreamer wakes up, only to find out that the things he has been seeing in these nightmares have started to appear in reality?

Now faced with an inevitable fate that draws closer, Mikey must do all he can to ensure the grim future he witnessed doesn’t occur.

For the sake of himself, and everyone he grows to care about, he must.

“… Win or die trying!”

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{Author Of Old-World Extra}There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died.I went out in the dumbest, most ridiculous way possible; even a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight.But hey, that wasn’t even the weird part. Not by a long shot.For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some “Villain” in a faraway land.Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd “Villain.” And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed.This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar.One that grew into a Seeker, then a Magi, then a Professor, and then...A Sultan.The one ruler of the entire world.Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done.Fate seemed hellbent on ending me, no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up...A Script appeared before my mind’s eye.{Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?}{Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?}{Would you like to become a True King?}{If so, repeat after me…}It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear.“BASSORĀH!”Many paths came together.—This is a story about suffering. Anger. And Forgiveness.Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

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Actually, the profession of an imperial concubine is pretty good. The emperor will accompany you in eating and drinking, and even pay you for it. What’s not good about that?

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