Release That Witch - Chapter 784: Together with Worms

Having transcended countless trials and tribulations, Han Li has finally managed to ascend to the Immortal Realm… or has he?

Instead of the Immortal Realm, Han Li somehow finds himself in a lower realm known as the Spirit Domain Realm, having been stripped of his powers, treasures, and memories of the past 300 years.

Trapped in a foreign realm with limited resources and none of his allies from the Spirit Realm, Han Li must piece together what happened in the past 300 years.

Will he be able to return to the Immortal Realm, or will he be forced to languish in this lower realm for the rest of his existence?

It seems that as usual, the odds are stacked firmly against Han Li…

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Xie Yang has spent many years in the apocalypse and is tired and worn out. Then he transmigrated into a simple and superficial novel about the entertainment circle.

The protagonist of the novel was handsome, smart and reborn. The female protagonist of the novel was beautiful, inspirational and had a golden finger. Some male and female roles were also beautiful and had a deep background. If he casually transmigrated into one of them then he could close his eyes and enjoy himself. However, he didn’t transmigrate into any of them and instead became the hidden husband of the biggest villain in the novel, the male protagonist’s uncle.

He was called a husband but it was more similar to a babysitter. This was because the biggest villain in the novel was a terminally ill patient with a terrible personality and a sick brain (really sick). They got married for the sake of happiness.

Xie Yang: It doesn’t matter if you are the male lead, the female lead or the villain, whoever dares to stop me from living a comfortable life will die.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”