Reincarnation Sim Game - Chapter 191 – Subtitute Servants

After Kama Taj learned magic for ten years… He Shenyan realized.

It turns out that I can’t go home, it’s not me, it’s the things you teach here!

goodbye!

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A person carving out a path through life in a chaotic world.Zombies: Roar.Lin Fan: “We're all neighbors, why be so irritable?”Lin Fan: “I still need to go grocery shopping.”Lin Fan, looking at the zombified Xiao Qing: “Xiao Qing, I bought a few bottles of water, and I've already scanned the QR code.”Lin Fan: “Boss, I'd like to settle my wages.”Sunshine District, the community where Lin Fan lived, swarmed with countless refugees seeking shelter.We should learn from Lin Fan, adhere to the law, work for money, and strive to buy houses and cars, becoming outstanding citizens in a city overrun with zombies.

>There will be quite a few GL & BL side couples.>This is the story of our two protagonists Mo Yuxin (MC) and Su Yubing(FL) who are bound by aBond so strong that it transcends reality itself. They are each other's one and only soulmate, their love knows no bound.This is story of their journey to cultivating immortality in a world that is unfair to women , in a world that is wholly dominated by men, where strength is all that matters. Without strength , you don't even get a chance to live peacefully.Our mc Mo Yuxin gets a legendary inheritance from a primordial god who is also one of the oldest gods to live till date and the only one in all of multiverse. This god and her already deceased soulmate decided to leave their inheritance to their only descendant to whom the god's soulmate left a piece of their soul.Watch as how their journey brings about unprecedented changes to the whole world and the multiverse and their sweet and steamy love which will make your tooth ache from sweetness.....Mo Yuxin:- Are you exhausted, baby?

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”