I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1360 - 1359: Netherworld Sect, Shadow Tri-Elders

Lu Jianyan is absolutely certain that the world he lives in has been crazy.

The romantic friend suddenly announced that he would love him to death; the stranger suddenly decided to die for him … It seemed that the whole world wanted to fall in love with him overnight.

Lu Jianyan: What? [Dazed.jpg]

World: Friend, have you heard of fast reincarnation with the system? There are always a few people who firmly believe that attacking you is the best shortcut to complete the task.

Lu Jianyan: Keep it simple. Please let the way to complete the task simple.

- Description from Novelupdates

Warden wakes up in a wilderness with a hole in his mind, deprived of all his memories. Lost, he found within himself an aptitude for combat and magic.On happenstance, he rescues a pair of youths and an entire village, pushing him into a renowned academy of mages and warriors alike to become a teacher.Warden adventures across the divided land of Ezim, determined to unravel the mysteries of his past. However, the task becomes incredibly hazardous when his own path—the ruinous power of Void that runs through his veins—holds a connection to the Traitor Gods, who threaten to cast their shadow upon the world once more.

Evan crossed over, but he wasn’t worried at all… because he had the character template from the mobile game and five devil fruits obtained from a lottery draw with him.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.