Take My Breath Away - Chapter 42 - He Is So Handsome

Five billion people in the world traveled to the killing world at the same time!

There were tens of thousands of races and demons here!

The law of existence was killing!

Endless killing!

How could humans find an opportunity to save the blue star in the killing world?

Dick activated the talent plundering system!

Congratulations on your gaining the level C talent, rage!

Congratulations on your gaining the level B talent, element!

Congratulations on your gaining the level A talent, space!

Congratulations on your gaining the level S talent, time!

Congratulations on your gaining level SS talent, retract!

Congratulations on your gaining level SSS talent, creating creatures!

Since then, Dick had embarked on a path of endless harvest.

At first, when he learned that he was forced to go to many different routine worlds and be reborn into all kinds of cannon fodder, he was against it.

Because villains usually all only have a moment of satisfaction, the endings of cannon fodder are also frequently quite miserable.

But the man who gave him the system told him that this system not only has all types of powerful functions, but he can also break the routine lives of the cannon fodder. If he achieves this satisfactorily for each world, he can even become a god.

He’s already experienced over a thousand reincarnations, but hasn’t yet been a god. Since it sounds pretty great, why not just try it out.

From that moment on, he began the irreversible path of tyrannically oppressing people, while conveniently tearing open those white moonlights and so-called righteous people’s hypocritical masks.

His goal: wearing the villain’s role to walk other people’s righteous paths, leaving them no path to follow.

- Description from novelupdates

She is a descendant of an Ancient Chinese Aristocratic family. Having just transmigrated into a young lady’s body filled with aphrodisiacs, she had no choice but to pounce at a random man upon arrival.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?