Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant - Chapter 17 - 6 The Ambitious Ones_2

Gods and demons fought, the worlds collapsed, only eternal immortal realm, lasting in the world.

After eternity, a god of war named Zhao Yun condensed the heavens and the earth, recast the cosmos, from the blue to the earth, marked the eternal immortal realm, in the name of the god, the king is over the world.

Since then, what he said is a myth.

- Description from MTL

I, Lu Li. had an agreement with the system; once the plot was completed, I could go home, but the system played me dirty.

Demanding another round, claiming the plot had gone awry.

Let’s perish together, scumbag system.

You’ll never see me endure such humiliation again.

Sadly, I didn’t die.

Filled with rage, since you won’t let me die, then I’ll make those who once shamed me, hurt me, and betrayed me in haste, pay the price.

The protagonist is not humble, not clinging…

Everyone must have a few regrets in their lives, and for Mykel regret was publishing this novel on the internet. Because of this failed novel he wrote, made his career down the hill as an author. Thanks to this novel, he lost his passion and he lost everything that he had.

"I wish I can destroy this novel so that nobody will be able to see it or remember it anymore," Mykel said.

That was what he wished for, and for some reason, he went inside that novel of his and as himself in the story that didn't suppose to exist?

Mykel smirked and grinned as he looked at the system.

[You are the creator of this world, you will have the access to the command system. You are free to do anything as long as it is listed in the command system]
[Please enjoy and have fun]

"Heh, then I will turn this world upside down," Mykel said as he glared at the notification in front of him.

His name was 25. On Avalis, he was just one of many tasked with fulfilling missions for Earth’s people. This time, he was given a simple one—live as Zeno Han and have an ordinary life.Easy. Or so he thought.The moment he took over Zeno’s body, someone shoved a script into his hands. “You’ll be perfect for this role!” And just like that, he was on set.[Fame Meter: Unable to Measure. Off the charts.]Doctor? Check. Pilot? Check. Eunuch? …Regrettably, check. Every script forces him to relive past missions, and somehow, he’s nailing every performance. Now, the industry wants to make him a star, but can he still complete his mission? Or will fame—and the terrifying unknown of failure—be his final curtain call?