I Cultivated Too Long and Got Isekai'd Into a Game - Chapter 78: Head Maid’s Return

A teenager who unexpectedly gets transported to the modern world from ‘the world of the immortals’ . He finds himself in the body of an ordinary guy. He wants to go back to his world and for that, he will have to practice to get stronger and investigate the reason why and how he crossed through to this world.

As the executor of the Heavenly Dao, Li Suisui descended to the mortal world for a trial. Born under a celestial omen, her birthday was co-opted by her cousin, which left two girls in the Li Family with the same birthday but disparate fortunes.Everyone said Li Suisui was a harbinger of misfortune, a reincarnated curse spirit, who was fated to bring disaster to her family. They wanted to get rid of her as quickly as possible.On the other hand, Li Yanyan was a lucky star, a blessed bag, everyone wanted to latch onto her coattails, trying to rub off as much luck as they could from her.Later on, when hardship befell the Li Family, the elderly matriarch planned to bury Li Suisui alive to change their luck. But Suisui's powerful uncles came from all corners of the world to rescue her.A grandmaster illusionist, an incomparable physician, the world's top God Hunter...it seemed the Li Family had really kicked at an iron plate!Overnight, Li Suisui became the most adored and cherished member of the family.Sneering outsiders said, “Treating a harbinger of disaster as treasure, when she eventually causes all of your deaths, that's when you'll regret it!”Yet as time passed, not only did no harm befall her uncles' families, but they all began to thrive enormously.Her lame uncle regained his mobility, his barren aunt bore twins, the once discordant couple reconciled, the other uncle became the Number One Scholar... It was even rumored that a long-deceased grandfather had come back to life...

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul.------“Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator.I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched.I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.”------As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man.I dreamed of magical moments like this every day.Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy.She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered.Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again.I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell.But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter.A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone.Together we laughed, alone I cried.Together we laughed, alone I cried.But I think we also loved.I think.------This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

Once, I really wanted to hang out at Hogwarts, living a life of eating and dying, picking up girls, provoking professors, and violating school rules to find excitement.

If you’re in a bad mood, beat Voldemort; if you’re in a good mood, beat Voldemort; if you’re in a bad mood, sorry, Voldemort, I’ll beat you anyway!

Dumbledore, do you need me to twist your nose back for you, although it will hurt a bit.

Professor Snape, you are a good person, um, I said this very seriously.

Others, don’t mind me summarizing you with an ellipsis?

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Later, I grew up…

Then, I can’t find a way back anymore…

I would like to write this article to commemorate me or our lost youth. I think of running under the sunset that day…

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