I’m Not Shouldering This Blame - Chapter 103

[ Mission completed successfully ][ $200,000,000 have been transferred to main account ][ Mission completed successfully ][ $1,000,000,000 have been transferred to main account ][ Unique key to a private Island has been transferred to Inventory ][ Ancient Relic: Excalibur has been transferred to Inventory ][ Skill Book: Dark necromancer has been added ]Awesome, isn't it?This became the regular lifestyle of Alister Ashworth, a poverty-cursed orphan who, following a torturous encounter, awakened the Infinite System, granting him the ability to travel through countless dimensions and realities, complete quests and engage in unique and ancient stories and obtain extraordinary rewards.Was it money? Fame? Treasures? Magic? Or even immortality?With the Infinite System, all these and even more could be achieved, although a deeper mystery quietly beckoned from the shadows!

She killed his wife, destroyed his reputation, and ran off with his son. 8 years later, she returned home with her genius son, who already had a fiancée. “Give me the child, or you can’t afford the price.”“A girl who eats meat and vegetables doesn’t suffer, if you want a child, find yourself a woman to give you one.”

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!