Rebirth: The Villainous Young Master Doesn't Want to Follow the Script - Chapter 169 -

After the fall of the Galactic Federation, long-time lovers Lu Li and Xie Jianwei defeated the alien invaders, and formed the Empire with Lu Li as marshal. Everyone thought that all was well between them, but.

Xie Jianwei one day found out that Lu Li’s personality had split into several parts.

They were all individuals, yet still the same Lu Li. How could Xie Jianwei bear to watch as each Lu Li plot to kill the other?

Xie Jianwei used his SSS-class spiritual strength to enter Lu Li’s inner world, where Lu Li was god/director/actor all in one. To get to the bottom of the mystery, Xie Jianwei had to act along Lu Li’s delusions, else the dreamworld would collapse, worsening Lu Li’s condition, and split the personalities even further.

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“According to prophecy and scientific calculations, the entire world will see temperatures drop to minus forty degrees within three years, and even the earth's core will be frozen within three hundred years.”“What should we do?”“Gather all our strength, build a shelter together with unwavering unity. In the face of disaster, we must stand united, and everyone needs to do whatever they can to ensure a future for humanity!”“But what if someone refuses to work and just wants to eat and be lazy?”“Then let them die! Activate the alchemy golems and large robots, we do not support idlers!”Set in a scenario similar to Frostpunk, with fantasy elements and a steampunk background, viewer discretion is advised.

I was a genius in the Earthen Plane.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.