MTL - Nine Yang Sword Saint - ~ 1172: Drastic! Jin stage demigod?

This is the story of Leo, a writer of fantasy web novels, who, while getting drunk one night, was suddenly transmigrated into his own work of fiction: “Descent of Nexus World on Earth”

And that too in the body of Adrian Vaiself, the son of a billionaire who was also the most trashy character in the book and was destined to die at the hands of the main character.

In this new world, a VMMORPG game has become a reality.

Monsters, dungeons, and humans with super-powers.

Everything exists in this new world.

However, as the creator of this world, Leo knew that this world was a much more dangerous place than it appeared to be.

Because this world was moving towards its impending doom.

Now he not only had to save his life from the protagonist, but also from the doom that awaits him and everyone else at the end.

Nonetheless, he was determined to do everything it takes to survive.

And right when he makes this decision, his Golden-finger shows up.

[You have met the requirements]

[Activating Villain Simulator…]

“Wait! What's this Villain Simulator?”

“Traveling into different worlds of novels converted into reality as the villain and completing the missions of destroying the protagonist in the most miserable way?”

“Getting rewards based on performance and becoming stronger in real life?”

Are you actually serious?

This...

“This is awesome... Woahhh!”

Join our Leo, now Adrian Vaiself, in his epic journey as he grows stronger and struggles to survive in this new world while traveling to multiple worlds and completing missions.

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[Points to Remember Before Reading:]

* The worlds he would travel to would not take up much space from the original world.

* The story would still revolve around the main world.

* In this novel, there will be 18+ scenes in some chapters, but nothing that would take away the fun of the story.

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