I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game - Chapter 137: Blood-red podium, pitiful role!

A young man who wanted nothing but love from others died while talking to a mysterious author of his favourite novel.However, that wasn't the end for him, as he reincarnates in a Xianxia world with a Wish Fulfillment system. He can wish for anything, and it will be fulfilled.Finally, getting a chance to make his dream come true, he decided to make his own Divine Harem Sect where he would have a whole sect to love him.Of course, that also includes other type of love........“Huh!? What do you mean my disciples destroyed your sect? That's impossible! Don't you see how cute and kind they are? They are harmless!”“Hmm? My disciple flattened the Hollow Mountains? Don't joke around. Can't you see her sleeping peacefully in my lap?”“My dear disciples, why are you all lowering your robes? Wait! Why are you taking my clothes off? Well, now I can't do anything about this.”

After being betrayed by her fiancé and her cousin sister, she accidentally rescued an elegant but indifferent young master. Never did she expect to marry him and surprised many!

Lin Fan awakens to a world where chaos reigns, stripped of family, status, and safety. But within the turmoil, he discovers a powerful secret—the Beast Abilities system in his mind.With every threat he eliminates, he earns vengeance points, enabling him to level up his physiques.From the humble Wild Rabbit’s ability—[Rabbit's Hearing], [Swift Foot], [Magnificent Leap]—to the ruthless strength of the Wolf—[Hunter Instincts], [Iron Claws], [Leader of the Pack]—and the Ape’s raw power—[Climb Trees], [Strong Arms], [Inhale Qi]—Lin Fan hones his skills with every battle.Years later, as the feared grand master of a prestigious sect, he looks back in wonder. Who would have believed that his rise to greatness began with the unassuming gifts of a wild rabbit.

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.