My Disciple Died Yet Again - Chapter 242: River of Forgetfulness is Too Deep, Throw Some Sand

Synopsis: Tags: [Game-World Crossover] + [Sovereignty Farming] + [Luck Mastery] + [Undead Scourge] + [Inter-Species Conflict] + [Heroic Battles]This is a world where games have invaded reality.Every year, students turning 18 awaken to a job change.One person crossed over and became a Necromancer.Relying on a luck-based talent that made wishes come true and a legacy from Mother Earth, this person rapidly gained power.While others gambled on skill mutations, summoning variations, and the chance with endless resources,he simply needed to shake his talent and use the least resources to obtain everything.With an undead frenzy, he broke through the blockades of the other nations on Blue Star, making his empire great again.With the undead scourge, he wiped out the decayed porcine dynasties within realm territories and became the new Realm Master.In the name of the Dead Spirit Overlord, he waged war on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Tribes and ascended to the throne of the Demon God.

A university student is stuck working on coursework late into the night due to some unfortunate circumstances. After reflecting on the choices she has made so far in her life and looking forward to what she can do once she is finally able to really get her life going, she starts to make her way home.Unfortunately for her, that life is abruptly cut short, and she finds herself in a new world as a new person, one with a fluffy tail at that. She must come to grips with her new reality, no matter how bad it may seem. Luckily, a clumsy kitsune goddess seems to be looking out for her.This little kitsune will go on a journey to improve herself as she learns more about the world she now lives in, struggles through romance, and puts her life together.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?

She was the little chief secretary at Huo Yunting’s office, who carried out jobs both on the table and “under” the table.