MTL - Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused - Chapter 243

The dead broke small streamer Zong Qi received a random message one day.

Zong Qi: ? tr*sh commercial, deleted

That night, he got pulled onto the set of a horror film and was informed that if he didn’t shoot it… He’ll die.

He was lucky that the actors were all working as hard as they could, and the director only needed to stand around and watch the show.

But because he had been given way too much, Zong Qi didn’t hesitate at all before making his own changes.

Under his false identity was an ‘evil mastermind’ that fought with the actors on everything.

The immoral things he’s done on set include but aren’t limited to–

Personally putting makeup on the ghost, teaching actors how to mess and change the script, switching ‘sides’ at crucial times…

People as arrogant as him usually don’t have good endings when their identities were revealed.

What Zong Qi didn’t expect was that instead of the actors joining up for revenge, an unlucky bastard’s whose plans had been spoilt by him countless times appeared instead.

The man took off his glasses, revealing a pair of closed eyes, his face beautiful and cold.

The brush dipped in paint hooked past the young man’s neck, full of danger.

“You dirtied my brush.”

He smirked, drawling, “As punishment, I’ll dirty you.”

- Description from Novelupdates

After waking up, Han Zhao traveled to a world where kingdoms were fighting for hegemony and demons were rampant.

The family of magic soldiers is high above, and the rich family of spirit beasts overlooks all living beings.

The inheritance fault of the martial arts system is gradually declining.

Han Zhao’s qualifications are mediocre, but he has a reminder simulator.

After the krypton gold simulation, choose one of [entry], [attribute points], and [life experience].

[You have practiced martial arts for eight years, barely getting started. Twenty-five years old, married and had children. Fifty years old, died of illness. 】

[You have practiced martial arts for a year, and you have successfully started. At the age of twenty-two, you were seriously injured and died of poisoning during a gang turf war. 】

 …

[Life Simulation]: Basic entry, simulate a future life.

[Swords and Swords]: White entry, three times the qualifications of swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

[Basic Master]: Green entry, the speed of basic martial arts practice is doubled, and the probability of breaking through the upper limit is greatly increased.

[Late Blooming Talent]: Blue entry, aptitude improves with age.

[Body training maniac]: Purple entry, practicing body training skills is making rapid progress.

[Alchemy master]: Orange entry, alchemy qualification increased a hundred times.

[Peerless Fairy]: The red entry, looks more and more beautiful, and has a charming effect on the opposite sex.

 …

[The 72nd floor of the health regimen; special effects: physical fitness (hidden special effects: immortality, true sun, nirvana holy body, five-color light…)]

As long as there are enough entries, the power is mediocre, and the simple and easy-to-learn health-preserving skills can also be practiced into peerless magic skills.

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Song Yaoyao had already died in her previous life. Her life ended on the day of her 19th birthday. Cause of death: heart failure.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]