Dashing Student - Chapter 8 - , Auntie, you’re hurting me

In an era of global awakening of supernatural abilities, Lin Tianming awakens his SSS-level talent. He thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life, only to overhear the heartfelt thoughts of his school beauty girlfriend who hates him to the core.[Lin Tianming, you didn't expect me to be reborn, did you? In my previous life, you let me down. In this life, I will not be fooled by your sweet words again!]Having a reborn girlfriend who is merely putting on a show is already troublesome enough, but little does he know, there's more than one person he has wronged. At this moment, each of them is on their way to find him!--------------------------Features elements of Lovecraftian horror, with themes of inner demons, corruption, genetic ascension, mechanical ascension, and psionic ascension emerging in the later stages.

Yang Ji transmigrated to a world of immortals, where he could see various information displays invisible to others.He looked at a chunk of ore, “Mystic Iron Ore”.He looked at a dead frog, “Died of Gu Insect, dead for fifty breaths”.He looked at the sky, “The sky is overcast, and a heavy rain will pour down in an hour”.He looked at humans, “Thinking”, “I want to seize your body”, “Angry”, “Sneaky”.When he looked at himself, a proficiency panel appeared.With the attributes he could see, Yang Ji sought good fortune and avoided disaster. Step by step, he walked the path to the supreme immortal way.

The world is destroyed, the era is restarted, and the survival qualification called the lord is issued to everyone.

Territories, heroes, arms, treasures, resources, all the servers achieved by thousands of continents are open.

Qin Muye looked at his own panel like a cannon fodder, with a broken suffix, and he was rather weeping without tears.

There is no god-level talent, no hidden hints, and no anti-sky career.

“If that’s the case, then there is only one way to live.”

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