Losing Money to Be a Tycoon - Chapter 9: A Talented Slacker!

After possessing the game’s villain, my goal was solely one thing –

To escape from this cursed game world.

[Embrace a death befitting a villain]

I failed on the first run.

But I resolved once more to escape this world…

“I missed you, Kyle.”

Yet the heroines who once loathed me began to plead for my affection.

Ye Huai has two goals in his lifetime: to be a good doctor, and also to be a good doctor who is surrounded by handsome men.

Unfortunately, after being a doctor for 10 years, he lost his job because of a very handsome man.

What should he do?

520: Congratulations! You have been successfully bound to system number 520. The Save the World Task Set is coming soon……

Ye Huai: ? ? ? ! ! !

So, today Doctor Ye is busy saving the world……

520: Lies! You are clearly trying to pick up guys!

Ye Huai: No, I am very dedicated to fulfilling the great ambition of saving the world.

Narcissistic and Complex Shou X King of the Silver Screen Gong, along with the newborn system number 520 whose three views are crumbling and reestablishing every day.

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On modern-day Earth, An Lin seems to have been abandoned by God.
When his father suddenly disappears, An Lin is left with his father’s immense debt, putting his life at risk.
After being forced to a rooftop by his pursuing creditors, An Lin is unexpectedly swept off his feet and brought to the ground safely.

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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