Spending My Retirement In A Game - Chapter 232 Red-Dragon's Alloy

Ichiro was a man who had to live through a tragic and awful life.After losing his wife, his only source of happiness, his despair only got worse until the day he died.To Ichiro's fortune, the Goddess of Life, Phelena, decided to send his soul into a new body in another world. His only condition was for the Goddess to send him far away from people.The goddess agreed, but she certainly had other plans for Ichiro's new life.A wholesome story about a man rekindling his love for living and encountering his lost wife in another world![Story is written in 1st person with a casual tone]

After reincarnating eight times unsuccessfully due to a glitch in the netherworld, Jia Hao finally reincarnated in the world of Urban Fantasy, an eroge game that he played before. However, he realized the game was currently in the bad ending mode and he is powerless like a side character without any game system.

Skinny dude who blackmails girls? Check!

Fat Ugly Uncle who lusts after women? Check!

Blonde haired delinquent whose eyes are covered with bangs? Check!

As Jia Hao was wrecking his brain to how to change the plot, he found a mysterious pot that can take him into an ancient world, and the items he brought from the modern world transformed into heavenly treasures!

“Now, you dare to gaze at my women? My dear wives! Beat him to death!” Jia Hao ordered as he leaned back on the chair like a salted fish.

He was the hunting hound of the Baskerville family.

But at the end, he was branded as a traitor and executed.

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Now, he has returned… after 40 years.

“This time, they will be my prey… and I’ll bite every single one of them to death!”

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.