Martial Cultivator - Chapter 716.2: Upholding the Mountain’s Rules - Part 2

He almost became a Hallyu star and his biggest career in entertainment was placing 12th in an idol survival program.

The works he rejected were enormously successful, but every work he went into was destroyed one after another.

This frigging damn unfortunate life played around by false hope actually saved a country in his previous life.

So when he came back to his original body, there was a face genius standing in the mirror.

*Face genius: a Korean slang term for someone who is very good looking

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