Never Die Extra (Edited) - Chapter 9: Evan D. Sherden, Gets People (3)

Transmigrated into a world where spiritual artifacts are a part of everyone!In this world, beasts run rampant, mysteries abound, and humanity is on the brink of extinction. After a century of struggle, a developed system of power has emerged!After reaching adulthood, women awaken into spiritual artifact forms like knives, guns, swords, and halberds... possessing earth-shattering power!Men awaken to spiritual artifact spaces, forming contracts and becoming summoners.When the two combine, they can unleash power several times greater than their own.Xiao Zhan awakened with an SSS-level summoner talent but was abandoned by his girlfriend due to unforeseen circumstances. However, he was fortunate to be noticed and picked by another school beauty!Yet, Xiao Zhan discovered that his luck wasn't just limited to that...

A 21st-century tech manager, accidentally thrust into the body of Emperor Commodus—yes, the infamous villain played by Joaquin Phoenix—has one goal: not to die like him.Armed with his wits and a hyper-intelligent AI on a solar-powered laptop, he must navigate the treacherous politics of ancient Rome. Everyone, including his own sister, expects the arrogant, decadent tyrant. Instead, they find a calculating reformer. But as he tries to avert the fall of the empire, he discovers that being a “good” emperor might be even more dangerous than being the monster everyone is waiting for.

In the year of 2013, the tide of zombies outbreak exploded in everyone homeland, humanity launches a large-scale battle in the endless nights awaiting for the arrival of the dawn.

The end is approaching, is there going to be a way out for them?

Their faiths were shattered into pieces and buried in ashes in the raging fire.

But within the blazing fire, a newborn hope arise once again.

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.