Dark Magus Returns - Chapter 1613: Coming Back

Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader.When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague.Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he?No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/“what-if” version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel.Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem??What about the Female Lead?Later:Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang?ML: Don't want to.Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why?ML: Are you pushing me away?Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ

In a prehistoric age when all things in the world had no names,God descended.God created life, reason, light...He separated the darkness, and brought life from the underwater cradle to land.He bestowed language upon the ape-men, freeing them from the realm of beasts.He chose the first prophet of the world, who led the entire civilization's history, the descendants of the prophet later established a great nation.......In the golden age that followed, people left God and dispersed across the world.Many things were forgotten, leaving history to be buried by time.Yet life is a return.People will eventually remember,In this story, God first loved the world.

This is a story of a man named Kim Sae-Jin, who one day, inexplicably wakes up as a Monster. Follow him and his perilous journey to get his life back as a Human, all the while growing even more versatile as a Monster in the process. This should be… complicated, somewhat.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.